Dangerous/Tense/Insecurity Stories & Experiences

Last night, I decided to step out for a late meal at an eatery. On my way there, I noticed a woman struggling with her child outside a nearby bar. The little boy sat on the floor, refusing to move, while his mother tried to lift him up. From what I could tell, the father had told her to take the child home while he stayed back to drink. But she was not having it. She stood her ground, refusing to carry the child away like it was a simple errand.

The man, still seated in the bar, kept shouting at her from a distance, his voice getting louder with each word. It was clear he was getting angrier by the second. The mother ignored him at first, but he did not stop. He stood up, walked towards her, and continued yelling in her face. The child sat in the middle of it all, confused and scared, while passersby slowed down to watch.

Before long, the man completely lost his temper. His voice turned into a roar, and he raised his hand as if he wanted to hit her right there in the street. That was when some concerned people stepped in. A few men rushed forward to hold him back while others tried to talk sense into him. The woman, still firm in her decision, did not even flinch. The whole scene was embarrassing, and it made me wonder how often things like this happen behind closed doors.

It is one thing to witness a public argument, but what about the times when no one is there to intervene? What happens when there is no one to stop the man from doing something worse? Seeing that situation unfold made me think about the many homes where domestic abuse is a daily reality. Some women suffer in silence, and some children grow up thinking this kind of behavior is normal.

I sat in front of my house this evening, receiving fresh air, when I heard a scream coming from the house opposite mine, and then sound of something falling to the ground. The scream was from a lady who is a tenant in the house, and she was with her boyfriend who came to visit her. It was a one second scream and then a fall to the ground, meaning that the lady slumped. I waited patiently to see what will come next.

I wasn't the only one there, but it seems I was the only one who heard the scream, because others were busy talking. A minute later, the boyfriend came out of the house barefooted and walked straight to meet someone he knows outside, and then went back inside the house with the person, the look on their face already told that there was problem. I became very curious of what the issue might be, but couldn't get involved since I wasn't invited.

About two minutes later, the boyfriend came outside with the girl on his back, the girl looked unconscious and hurriedly left the compound for the hospital, together with the other guy that went inside the house with him. The people in the compound became curious, and had to go and check on her in the hospital, to find out what happened to her this same night. Some of started to panic, knowing that the girl could be in serious problem.

On getting to the hospital, the lady was bleeding from her nose and mouth, the boyfriend had beaten her. Like this it's a serious issue, the lady's family are coming very early tomorrow morning, and the girl is spending this night in the hospital. The boyfriend is in serious trouble, as the landlord has detained him with police. This is how it always happens and you'll hear that a partner killed the other, toxic relationships should not be condoled or tolerated for any reason, or you stand a chance of earning yourself a free ticket to the other side of the world.

He was in pain, and I could see it in his eyes. They were clouded with tears as he rolled over on the ground. His hands were tied behind his back, and he could barely move, except to roll on the floor.

"My name is Sunday," he uttered, and the crowd gathered closer to question him. One person in the crowd picked up a stick and hit him again. I had passed by late and stumbled upon this incident—or rather, this horrific scene—after he had already been caught and beaten, for you only tie up a thief after you've beaten him to a stupor.

He lay there helplessly, and no one seemed willing to help him. I lingered in the vicinity of the incident to find out what he had done wrong, only to discover that he had attempted to break into someone's provision store in broad daylight.he confessed to having participated in the recent robbery—specifically, the burglary that had occurred in the same vicinity just two days prior. The victim, the shop owner whose store had been broken into, had suffered significant losses. He was now living in penury, and the trauma was so deep that he had closed his shop for good; he had lost most of his capital and profits in the robbery.

After Sunday confessed, he received another round of brutal beatings on the spot. I feared for his life; it seemed the mob's thirst for revenge was too high

Late at night, I woke up to the sound of a man shouting and banging on a door. At first, we thought he was just upset about something small, but his voice got louder, and his knocking turned violent. It wasn’t long before the noise woke the neighbors, and people started coming outside to see what was happening. When we got closer, we realized the man was furious because his daughter had followed a boy home and spent the night there. That was why he showed up at midnight, demanding she come out.

We tried to calm the man down, telling him to take it easy, but he wouldn’t listen. His anger only seemed to grow, and he kept shouting. Then, after a while, the boy finally came out. Instead of showing any fear or respect, he stood his ground and even talked back at the girl’s father. That was when things escalated quickly. The man didn’t wait for any more words, before we knew it, he grabbed the boy, lifted him off his feet, and slammed him to the ground.

What followed was a serious beating. The man didn’t hold back, and the boy had no chance to defend himself. He was thrown around, punched, and left with bruises, cuts, and possibly even broken bones. Some of us wanted to step in and stop the fight, but honestly, it was hard to feel sorry for the boy. He had provoked the man instead of trying to handle the situation calmly.

Even when people finally tried to break it up, the boy kept running his mouth, making things worse for himself. If he had just kept quiet, maybe he wouldn’t have gotten beaten so badly.

When the university in my state did matriculation last year, the students went to after-matric party in the night, one person went missing and was later found dead after some days, a girl was raped to death at the spot, and some other things that I can't really remember. And for some years now, matriculation days in this university have always been accompanied with bad news.

Yet the students will still fall victim to this type of happening in every year's matriculation, just like the one that happened some days back. Some students went missing in an after-matric party, still, next year will have still produce the same outcome, because people have refused to be careful in their celebration. Matriculation is just the beginning of a journey, so what's with the excess celebration?

The more annoying thing is that the victims are mostly 200 level and 300 level students, who are not even supposed to be involved in the matriculation, but since they like to party, they carry the celebration on their head and lose their lives in the process. Now parents are going round, reporting to authorities to help find their children, it's not a good thing that the innocent parents have to go through this stress because of the children.

The matriculation should have ended there in school before evening, there is no need of going to an hotel in the night to further continue the celebration, it's uncalled for. Convocation is worth more celebrating, even then, it will be more nice if you celebrate it at home with your family, it's safer and more meaningful that way.

There is this boy that was sent to a fenced round compound with a gate, and there was dog in that compound. The boy was sent there by the mother, on an errand to somebody. The boy entered the compound and met with the dog which displayed its initial reaction to strangers. The dog, as usual, wasn't pleased with the boy's presence, but the boy had to complete his errand mission.

The landlord of the house was outside there, and assured the boy to come in that the dog won't bite. And you know this belief that when you see a dog and you don't run, that it won't attack you, the boy applied the rule and walked further into the compound. The boy wasn't there to see the landlord, so the landlord sent for the person the boy came to see. Suddenly, the landlord had something urgent to attend to inside the house, so he went inside.

The boy was outside there alone, waiting for the tenant he came to see to come out, what took the landlord inside the house must have been an emergency, so he literally forgot the boy. Nobody really witnessed what happened after the landlord went inside, all they heard was the boy's shout, and when they surfaces outside, the dog had the boy's throat in its jaw's grip. The dog was very violent and aggressive, nobody knew why the dog attacked.

People gave suggestions that the boy might have touched items in the compound, ignoring the dog's bark, since the landlord said it won't bite. The boy couldn't talk, he was rushed to the hospital, but died after some days, a very tragic event. I don't know how the family will react and how the landlord will react, but I believe that if you must have a dog in a rented apartment, it should be chained or cage, short and simple. A rented house is bent to have plenty visitors, that's undisputed.

There's no way I'm walking into a compound that the dog is loose, even if the owner says I should come in, I won't oh, because even the owner doesn't know the mind of the dog, it can do anything at any time.

Yesterday I closed early from work and decided to trek home. I came across a girl, crying and rolling by the roadside, and people gathered to find out what the problem was. I also waited to find out why a girl in her early 20s will cry like a baby. The guy was just crying and shouting her atm card, her money, he account. At this point I got an hint of what happened; that she must have been robbed, and wanted to know how it happened.

The girl said that she stopped a taxi to board to somewhere, she said the driver offered to carry her in the front seat for free, there were people at the back, but she didn't take note of them. When she was about to enter, the driver begged her to help him bring with her some sand from the ground, the girl scooped some sand in her hand for the driver who used a sag bag to collect the sand. She didn't entered the front seat and the taxi moved.

We girls so much love things that are free, no matter what, and the girl was hoping to enjoy the free ride home, but things didn't go that way. According to the girl, the last thing she remembered is sitting in the front seat of the taxi, and then she realized herself standing by the roadside, with her handbag and phone and every other belongings gone. Clearly she has been hypnotized. She was crying uncomfortably, I felt pity for her, it could happen to anyone.

The people there tried to help her contact her family and get home, to avoid her doing anything stupid or brutal to herself. She wasn't in her right frame of mind, such incident can make someone go mad for minutes. As I was walking home, I was thinking, but why will someone ask another person to help carry sand from the ground for him or her. It's doesn't make any sense, but to their charms, it does mean something. It just gets to show that free things should cloud your sense of reasoning. Me? Carry sand from the ground? For you? Hmm, not possible.

So I met someone today, who told me about how he escaped being slaughtered, not by his own power, but a clear intervention from God. It's been a while since I heard about incidents like this, but it's a proof that God still exists. I nearly shedded tears, he was the only one to make it out, the others couldn't. The incident itself has the power to traumatize anybody regardless, being that close to death, and even saying your last prayers and then you're set free.

According to this guy, he was traveling home last December for Christmas, when the driver diverted and took a road that no one in the bus had an idea of, and gave silly and petty excuses that didn't really make sense. The passengers didn't see it as a big deal, and kept cool. Until the driver stopped at a certain place where there was no house in sight, some armed thugs came out from the bush, and marched all of them to a shrine. The driver knew about this.

The guy said they met other people at the shrine, tied up mercilessly; ropes all round the body from head to toe, they were tied up too. The more touching part is that they were being slaughtered, one after the other, in front of all of them. The native doctor will say some incantation on a person before being slaughtered, the guy narrated how tears flowed in his eyes like a river, very hot tears. Watching someone being slaughtered, and helplessly waiting for your turn.

The guy said his phone was seized and used to video the incident, at this point, you are certain that it's your last moment on earth. This killers are obviously dealers of human part, because they made calls to tell the person on the other end that their order was ready. But when it was his turn, the native doctor after saying the incantation, said that the juju has rejected him, and so he should be freed and returned to where he was picked.

The native doctor asked which church he worships in, and told him to stick to his God very well. His belongings were returned to him, including his phone that was used to video the incident, and the native doctor told the thugs to make sure not to leave even a scratch on the guy's body. And that is how death that was staring at his face turned and left. The guy doesn't even know where the place is, he continued his journey to his home. He testified in church, it's a big testimony, it was God that saved him. He showed us the video in his phone, it looks like the end of the world is near.

So I finally have a travelling experience to describe as the worse of all, it was like a nightmare, an unforeseen and unfortunate event. That was when I was traveling home for Christmas, my parents called me early that morning to pack my things and get to the bus park on time, since it's a journey of 12 hours. The first bus leaves my 7:00am, I really tried to be at the park before then, but couldn't, and ended up arriving 30 minutes after the time.

And no other bus in that park was going to my state again, so I went to another place and boarded a very unfamiliar roadside bus park, as long as it was going to take me to my destination. The driver planned to drop off people at three separate destinations, before finally getting to mine, I didn't see any problem with it sha. The bus took off by 9:00am, and got spoilt after an hour, we waited for over two hours before it was repaired.

The bus took off again and got spoilt a second time, this was about 3:00pm in the afternoon, and we have not covered even half of the distance. We waited because we didn't have any other choice, we paid for the fare already. It took the driver till around 6:00pm before it was fixed, and then came up another problem; the bus had no headlamp and it was dark already. The driver had to fixed the headlamp, there is no way I was going to be inside a bus in the night without headlamp, it's simple suicide.

It was as if the driver had just excavated the bus from the earth, after being buried for centuries, things were just spoiling up and down. My parents started calling, I narrated the whole situation to them, they were terribly scared, it was night. The bus moved again around 7:00pm, and on arriving it's first destination around 10:00pm, the driver told us that he can't continue the journey again that night, that we'll have to sleep there at the park and continue again early the next morning.

I called my parents and told them, my mother freaked out and started crying and calling on God, she was terrified how her daughter will sleep at a park in an unknown place. My mum started telling me to text her the plate number of the vehicle, the address of the place, photos and videos of the place, I should switch-on the location on my phone and send her the GPS. My head was on fire through all of this, I shouldn't have joined the bus, but it was too late for that, how to get home safely was the goal now.

We were there till 11:00pm, when the driver found another bus for us that was going to our destination and beyond, my mother was almost going through severe shock and fatal heartbreak, she asked me for the plate number of the new vehicle, for security purposes. My mother called me almost every 5 minutes till the bus got to my destination by 1:00am. My parents drove to road to pick me back home, my mother's eye was red, she shedded tears, scared that the current insecurity in the country was no time to be on the road that late.

I fell sick because of the stress, I didn't expect that kind of thing to happen, it was something I have never experienced. There is no way I'm ever going to use a bus park that I'm not familiar with, my mother almost had a heart attack. I'm just imagining what could have happened if my phone went off in the process, my mother would have literally slumped, or perhaps entered into a coma. Using an old and unstable bus to drive a very far distance is barbaric, endangering the lives of people and wasting their time.

As a child, I heard horror stories about an insect so slow but notorious, its mere mention sent shivers down our spines. They called it the bedbug, a vampire that feasted on human blood under the cover of darkness package with it awful smell. I prayed fervently never to cross paths with this creepy creature.

But fate had other plans. One fateful night, I was engrossed in a book, oblivious to the danger lurking within its pages. Suddenly, I felt a pinch on my left hand, which I dismissed as a mosquito bite. That was,until I saw the giant, bloodthirsty insect crawling away from my body soaked with my blood.

My scream echoed through the room, jolting my roommate awake. "What's wrong?" she asked, still groggy. I pointed a shaky finger at the insect and to my surprise, she burst out laughing. "It's just a bedbug!" she chuckled.

But I wasn't amused. The vampire insect I had dreaded for so long had finally found me. Tears streamed down my face as my roommate calmly examined my bed carefully, searching for the other hidden culprits. Upon hearing her advice which was simple yet effective: kerosene my heart got calm a little at least there is a remedy to conquer them . I was determined to eradicate those witchy crawlers, no matter the cost.

As the hours ticked by , I lay awake, replaying the event in my mind, my heart racing from the encounter , I learned that sometimes, the things we fear the most can become our reality. But with courage and determination, we can overcome even the most terrifying of foes including the dreaded bedbug.

In this new year, I would have been celebrating it in tears, if not for God that proved himself to be God. I would have lost my uncle, but God saved him, the way it happened shows that it was really God that saved him. My uncle is a brick layer, and there is this church that wants to erect a new and bigger structure, and pull down the old one gradually, so that service can be held there, to avoid leaving people in the open. So my uncle worked there.

Foundation of the new structure was digged besides the old one, with the intentions of building it up to the height of the old one, but the old one will be pulled down. My uncle went to work there on that fateful day, he was digging the foundation, it's a storey building, so the foundation was deep. According to my uncle, he became very pressed, one that he couldn't afford to waste anymore time around, and needed to use the toilet immediately.

Immediately he entered the toilet, he heard a loud sound where he working; the wall that was close to the foundation fell on where he was digging. The toilet he went to use, he couldn't as he was no longer pressed. On his way back from the toilet to where he was digging, he saw what had happened and people were lamenting, and also trying to dig out the wall that had collapsed, thinking that my uncle was under it. They were shocked to see my uncle walking towards them, something that a crowd of people gathered around, believing that the wall fell on him.

Truly it would have fallen on him, if not that he left to use the toilet, which he didn't. You can imagine the uncontrollable joy on people's faces, after lamenting that someone is under piles of blocks, probably dead, and then boom, the person walks towards you. I was very happy to hear this, this is enough evidence to show that it was God that intervened, because my uncle wasn't pressed again for the whole day. His life was preserved and we're celebrating this new year together, to God be the glory.

God did this one.
Happy New Year to you all 🎊🎉

Around this time last year, and on a very sunny afternoon, I was resting in my room when I heard commotions outside my compound, I stood up and went to find out what it was. On stepping outside, I discovered that it was a thief that was apprehended while trying to escape. He was caught loosening zinc, from the roof of somebody's house in a broad daylight. Then he was caught and beaten mercilessly before being handed over to the police.

Two days ago, in the evening, I was outside my room with my fellow tenants, gisting and having fun with words, when we heard disturbing noise of iron collision, coming from an uncompleted building. We decided to go close and find out what it was, after much inspection, we thought to ourselves that it must be a thief trying to pull out an iron frame from the window of the house. So we waited outside and kept cool, so the thief won't suspect anything.

It was long when we saw a guy coming out of the uncompleted building with an iron door frame in his hands, chiselled out from the wall. We asked him who he was and where he was going with the frame, the guy had a 100% comportment and kept cool as if he had just done something very good and cherish-able. He told us that the house owner paid him to remove and take it somewhere, good thing we knew the house owner and sent for him, while we told the guy to sit in the meantime.

It was at this moment that the guy started begging and confessing, that he was actually trying to steal the item. It wasn't long before the scene was crowded with people, and before the house owner arrived, people descended on the thief in a brutal manner. I recognized the thief as the same thief that removed somebody's roof last year, others confirmed and even added the thief was just released from the prison, and without wasting must time, he decided to go back to his old ways.

This time, the thief had hit the rock, the owner of the house was a retired military officer, the man complained of how thieves have frustrated his efforts in completing that house. The man placed a call for soldiers to come and pick the thief, the thief knew he was in hot soup now, and must pay for damages. Could it be because of the present economy that the guy steals uncontrollably? Where are the parents? Lots of questions in my mind, but honestly if you determine to live honestly, no matter the situation, you will succeed.

This afternoon, I woke up from my siesta to the sound of crackling and burning outside my window. I live on the third floor, so I get a good view of the farmlands nearby. Curious, I went to check what was happening and quickly realized something was wrong. Thick smoke was rising in the air, and the heat was intense even from where I stood. It turns out that someone had been burning weeds, but they lost control of the fire, and it spread wildly across the neighboring farms.

In no time, the fire brought down everything in its path. A large plantain plantation was swallowed up by the flames, followed by fields of maize, cassava, and other crops. The farmers' hard work and months of labor were reduced to ashes in just a few hours. It was painful to see so much destruction caused by one careless act. The sky turned dark with smoke, and the smell of burning plants was everywhere.

The smoke didn’t just affect the farms. It made its way into homes, making it hard for us to breathe. Every breath felt heavy, and the air was so thick with smoke that opening a window brought no relief. People were coughing, fanning themselves, and covering their noses with cloths. All we wanted was a breath of fresh air, but that simple wish was taken away by someone's lack of caution.
This entire mess could have been avoided if a little more care had been taken.

When I was in primary 3, I got into a very horrible experience that affects me till now. I don't eat turkey, I'm going to tell you why it's so, I'm so obsessed with turkey. The creature terrified my life as a kid, that one encounter is enough to make me avoid it for life. Where I schooled back then, I normally walked home from school. None of my school mates lived in my street, so I had to complete the walk through my street alone, untill that day.

On my way home from school on that day, a met two male turkeys standing in the middle of the street, it was as if they didn't want anybody to pass on that road. I was really hungry and wanted to be home as fast as I could, so I decided to keep some distance from them while I wanted to pass. But they moved toward me with their feathers standing erect, stopping me from passing. I had no other choice than to run through the other side that was spacious, this two turkeys ran after me.

I ran off the street and into a path I didn't know, the turkeys didn't stop, I was running and shouting and checking how close the turkeys were. Before I knew it, I fell into a deep well with water in it, the luck I had was that the water in the well was not much to cover me. The turkey obviously went back, the well was a bit far from where people live, so no one knew I was there. I cried, shouted and screamed till I was weak, no one came to help me out. Chai!

My parents looked for me, and even wanted to report to the police that I'm missing, but the rule says the person must be missing for over 24 hours, before it can be reported. They searched the school, and even went to some of my classmate's house, they all said that I went home. I was there in the well since 2pm till everywhere was dark, probably 7pm. I stood in the well for hours, my clothes and school bag got soaked, together with my books.

Until someone came to fetch water with a bucket that has robe tied to it, because the well was deep. I grabbed the bucket and shouted for help, the person couldn't see me because it was very dark. He told me to remain calm and went to call people, they came with torch lights to find the poor me shaking from cold like a little chick. I was brought out from the well and taken home to my parents, who almost had heart attack. Since then my dad always took me to and from school. Me and turkey don't have any business together since then, I don't eat it, no matter what.

After a rough week, I decided it was time for a mental reset, so I planned an evening walk. I needed fresh air and time to clear my head. My trousers had small pockets that couldn't hold my phone, so I grabbed my side bag, tossed in some cash, and slung it over my shoulder. With the bag secure and the sun starting to set, I began my stroll, ready to let the week’s stress melt away.

The walk was perfect, I explored new corners and bathed in the fading sunlight. After about 40 minutes, the sun bowed out, signaling the end of my little adventure. On my way back, I stopped at a roadside stall to grab some fried yam. The crisp, warm snack in hand was a reward for surviving the week. I ate some of it as I walked home, enjoying the moment.

As I entered my street, a guy approached me, asking if I lived nearby. I said no, keeping it short to avoid any unnecessary interactions. Something about him felt off, and I wasn’t in the mood to let anyone disrupt my mental peace. He didn’t take the hint, though, and kept edging closer. When he crossed into my personal space, my instincts flared up. I didn’t like his vibe, so I gracefully shifted away, keeping my distance.

That’s when I spotted them, two other guys walking toward us from different angles. The realization hit me; they were likely trying to corner me. My heart picked up pace, but I kept my movements calm and calculated. I took another step back, creating space between me and all three of them. I guess they weren’t expecting me to notice so quickly because they paused, watching me like hungry toddlers.

I didn’t wait around to see what they’d do next. I walked off confidently, not rushing but keeping my strides purposeful till I disappeared into the dark.

This evening we took a stroll into school. It was me and my friend. We usually go into school to catch up with football matches.

We were on our way and then we reached this particular dark zone. It's usually very scanty without people and it was evening but then we met up with another friend who was also entering school so we started conversing and he started a story that just happened recently of a young boy who was using the same path as we were and was molested by two other guys who got access to him.

It was a strange experience, a very weird one. We stood there for a moment and then continued walking. It was so weird and horrifying, two guys dealing with another guy, an innocent guy who was only, who knows where he was going to?

It had become painfully clear that navigating this lonely path during the evening was a gamble, especially between the hours of 7 PM and midnight. With each passing day, we always heard more scary stories about that road.

We decided then, as we walked in hastened steps that it was best to avoid this route whenever possible. It wasn't worth risking our safety for.

Saturday hit me hard in a way I didn’t expect. The day started fine; I went jogging early in the morning, feeling good about staying active. I didn’t leave the house after that, just spent time reading my Bible and taking short naps. Everything seemed okay, and I even felt relaxed.

Later in the evening, I went jogging again, thinking it was a good way to end the day. After that, I called it a night and went home feeling tired but satisfied. I stayed up late, though, which I now think was a bad idea. I didn’t realize my body wasn’t happy with all the stress.

In the middle of the night, I woke up to the most painful muscle pull I’ve ever had. My calf felt like it was tearing apart, and I couldn’t help but scream. The pain was so sharp it scared me. Luckily, after a few minutes, it went away, but it left me afraid. I was just grateful it didn’t last longer, but it was still a terrible experience.

Even after the pain stopped, I couldn’t sleep again. I kept rolling around in bed, worried it might come back. That night taught me a big lesson about overdoing things and not letting my body rest properly. It’s something I’ll be more careful about from now on.

Yesterday midnight was very hot in my area, I have never imagined that such event could unfold in this type of environment. It was around 2:00am in the midnight, I started hearing gunshots at a distance a bit far from where I live. So many thoughts came to my mind; either it's a hunter, or police or knockout, but it wasn't any of this, armed robbers invaded a compound.

In the morning, the news of the incident spread rapidly, I was eager to know how it happened, because the houses in this environment has iron protectors and iron doors, so it's hard to break in. I heard that someone was shot, the neighboring compounds, including mine heard the gunshots and trembled in fear. The arm robbers planned their moves very well.

After much findings, it was later said that the compound that was robbed, was fenced around and there was a gate, the owners of the house made a big mistake by not always locking their iron doors and protectors in the night, simply because the compound is fenced with a gate and dog. The armed robbers knew about this, it must be someone close to them that leaked the information.

They jumped the fence and the dog couldn't help the situation, they robbed them and even shot one of them, though not dead. People blamed them this morning for not always locking their door and fully relying on their gate, the family admitted this mistake. There is fear in this environment, I have seen people moving to somewhere else to sleep this night, in case the armed robbers strike again.

Someone like me that don't have where else to spend the night can only rely on God to protect me, I locked my door so early and I made very sure I locked it very well. The fear of armed robbers has now become the beginning of wisdom, since morning people have been jesting and emphasizing that people shouldn't forget to lock their doors. Let us be security conscious, I know it is God that protects, but let us do our part too.

Wisdom tooth pain is no joke. I’ve always heard my friends complain about how painful it can be, especially when their wisdom teeth started growing. I was always so scared of the day I would experience it for myself, but then it happened. One morning, I started feeling a slight discomfort around the back of my mouth. At first, I didn’t think much of it. But as the day went on, the pain slowly started to increase, and by evening, I couldn’t ignore it anymore. That’s when it hit me – it was my wisdom tooth coming through.

The pain was unlike anything I’d experienced before. It was constant, and I couldn’t find a comfortable position to sit in. I kept thinking about how bad my friend’s experience was and how much pain they had gone through. That night, I tried to get some sleep, but the discomfort made it impossible. I kept tossing and turning, praying the pain would go away, but it didn’t. It was only when the morning came that I realized something strange – the pain was gone. Just like that.

I was amazed. By the time I woke up, all the pain had disappeared. I could hardly believe it. It was like a miracle. The rest of the day came and went, and there was no more discomfort. I thought I was in the clear. And true enough, as my wisdom tooth finished growing, I never experienced any more pain. It was almost like it never happened. But I still wonder how I would’ve managed if the pain had lasted longer. Honestly, I feel so lucky.

A long time ago, by then I had just concluded my secondary school education, my mum who is a policewoman bought me a phone, and the phone almost landed me in serious trouble. By then, is wasn't working yet, I was always at home sleeping, eating, watching TV, and pressing my phone. The power supply wasn't stable in that region so I had to look for where to charge whenever my phone was almost running out of battery.

On this fateful day, I went to charge my phone in a barbing salon, I went there to meet other people charging, I plugged my phone too. Few minutes after, a lady that went outside, came back inside and complained that her phone has been stolen right where I was sitting with three other girls. We helped her search for the phone but couldn't find it, she accused the three of us of stealing the phone.

She went outside, and after a couple of minutes, she returned with policemen to arrest the three of us who sat there, we were taken as suspect to the station for interrogation. I called my mum, but she said that she won't be able to come immediately, when it was 4pm in the evening, the DPO asked the policemen to lock the three of us in the cell. Fear gripped me, I never imagined that such a day would ever come.

Few minutes after we were thrown into the cell, my mum who is a policewoman finally came, and exercised her power as a force person and I was released immediately, leaving the other two girls in cell. The other two girls were released the next day, after it was discovered that the girl who claimed her phone was missing, misplaced the phone outside the place we were charging, none of the three of us were responsible for it.

Although the phone was tracked and recovered, she was also made to spend a night in the cell for wrongfully accusing us. Since then, I always feel reluctant to go to somebody's shop and charge my phone, even till today, it could have been worse for me back then if my mum wasn't a policewoman. I'll rather pay money to charge than look for free spot where I'll hang around, that cell wasn't a nice place to behold.