Nwachuku Deborah @borah

I just got back from helping my stranded friend at the bus park. I spent the whole day outside and couldn't charge my phone, so I didn't see her many missed calls until 8 pm. I felt terrible for not being available when she needed me, so I apologized and asked her to wait while I quickly freshened up.

I was worried about her safety since it was already dark outside, and I knew it wasn't a good idea for her to be alone at that hour. I rushed to pick her up and bring her to my place, but when we arrived, the compound was locked. I was relieved to see that my roommate was still awake, so I asked her to help me beg the compound head to open the door.

After a few minutes, the door finally opened, and I dragged her luggages to my room. We will spend hours talking and laughing together, sharing stories and memories from our past. It's so good to back together.

When I was about to leave for NYSC camp last year, my family and I prayed together. My dad gave me some advice and blessed me before I left. I was nervous but excited.

I took a bus to Abuja, where I would spend the night with a relative before continuing my journey to Taraba. But things didn't go as planned. The road was bad, and I had to cross a sea to get to my destination. I was scared because I had never done anything like that before.

When we got to the sea, I was really worried. I even called my Dad to tell him about it and he encouraged me to be brave. Our car drove onto a ship, and I got on too. Everyone around me was praying for a safe trip. I joined in, hoping everything would be okay.

Crossing the sea was a strange experience. Funny enough, I fell asleep inside the ship despite being afraid 😂

When we finally reached the other side, I thanked God for keeping us safe. I did my training for 2 weeks at the camp and the rest was history

I'll never forget the exam period when I was a teacher. My assistant teacher fell ill, leaving me to mark the scripts alone. With the deadline far, I procrastinated until the last minute. Finally, at 3 am, exhaustion took over, and I decided to rest for a bit before finishing the task.

I felt a tap on my shoulder around 4 am. Weak and disoriented, I initially thought it was just a dream. But when I tried to move, I realized I was paralyzed with fear. That's when I saw him - a man standing before me, but his face was hidden in darkness.

Panic set in as I tried to scream, but my voice was trapped in my throat. In desperation, I whispered "Jesus," hoping for comfort. And then, the man disappeared into thin air, and I was able to stand up.

As I looked around the room, I wondered if it was all just a hallucination. But the memory of that scary encounter was too real. Who was that man, and why did he appear to me in my moment of weakness?
Had I been visited by an angel or a ghost?

The following day, my colleagues said it was sleep paralysis and I should thank God I survived cause many people pass away from it.