Personal Narrative: My Painful Journey

My painful journey began when I was transferred to Kano, a town in the northern part of Nigeria, I was furious about the transfer and desperately desired to return back to Lagos. I started to search for a job. It wasn’t going so well. I became short tempered and carried a lot of anger. I experienced tremendous physical, emotional and spiritual pain, but what I didn 't know at that time was that ultimately these adverse circumstances would lead me to reconnect with my spirit.
My grandparent and relations leave in a village close to Kano where I was working so I decided to go and spend Christmas with them, since my fiancé broke up with me due to the distance in our relationship, and my friends were too busy working and stopped keeping in

The air was thick with smoke and dark grey dust. I could not call for help. There was no place to hide. There was nothing I could do. I heard myself whisper "Relax. It 's out of your control. Breathe. Stay awake." My thoughts turned to death, and to God. I watched my breath, in and out, I saw life left my body. I prayed to my God, to the Great Spirit, to receive me with open arms. But At that very moment, I heard an inner voice saying clearly: Stay awake and keep breathing. "You will live." then my survival instincts kicked in, I managed to cruel out through a whole to call for help.
After being discharged from the hospital, I was able to reflect upon what has happened. I felt nauseated. Looking at the church building with an analytical eye, I could not comprehend how I had lived at all. My entire family that went to church on Christmas day were dead. The four walls of the church was affected, pieces of blocks everywhere on the floor. I took several hit, two contusions on my right arm, which I had used to shield my head, bruised on my face and behind my left ear. No concussion, no fractures. It was a miracle, and I returned to work the next