I cannot believe what happened in those few seconds on Saturday. It feels like I dodged death.
It was 6.45 pm.
I was closing my clinic for the day and preparing to go to German Bakery on the ground floor of my building for my daily shot of espresso.
Suddenly there was this huge blast. My entire plateglass window shattered and there was glass everywhere… including in my leg.
In shock, I ran down the stairs and out of the building and saw people shouting and rushing about. There was blood everywhere.
I ran back to my clinic to get medicated cotton and water so I could help out with first-aid.
All I knew was that I was a doctor and people needed help.
Luckily all my patients had left, but it was a close call for my six-year-old daughter Jija.
Twenty minutes before the blast, she had gone down for her favorite snack — a slice of cake from the bakery.
She might have been there at the time of the explosion, only my friend came and picked her up to take her to a nearby club.
I have worked here for over four years. I cannot get over the fact that German Bakery is gone.
It was where everyone met for a good time. People from around the world would sit together, chat, become friends.
I hope the bakery is standing again soon, serving its famous ‘tiramisu bowl’ and organic food.
I hope this teaches us all to be more responsible. We as citizens need to be alert.
We have to protect our country just like our homes.