The Meeting!

The Meeting! (Cont'd)

The driving had been smooth, if that word could be used, and barring the occasional bump on the road. Dejo was never afraid on any highway because he believed in and remembers his first lesson, on road safety, at the driving school, 'you are the only sane road user, every other ones are insane', so carefulness is his watchword whenever he is on the wheels.
'' The government ought to restrict the movement of these heavy duty vehicles on our highways to the night alone. They pose serious dangers to smaller vehicles.'' Funmi spat out.
This was as Dejo overtook an unruly tanker driver.
'' We have said that lots of times, only God will let them heed our cries.''
Just as he said that a long vehicle with an unguarded and unbridled loaded 6ft container came into view. The container it was carrying danced dangerously on its back as the driver sped along.
'' See that one now,'' said Funmi, '' that container could fall at anytime, only God knows what he had drunk before hitting the road.''
That was said as they came nearer to it. Dejo slowed down to a minimal level behind it because another tanker was snaking along beside the long vehicle making overtaking impossible.
The driver of the long vehicle saw the pothole too late. As he swerved to his left side to avoid the hole, the container he carried skidded off the vehicle's back and landed on a car behind it!
The car that was waiting for it to leave before overtaking. The car was crushed under the container's weight.
The Camry was carrying Dejo and his family. They never reached Ibadan for their stopover!