Alone on the streets in the middle of the night in Nigeria.

A lot of times, people say the main reason why they are scared of being out alone, on the streets, in the middle of the night, is being attacked by armed robbers. But you know something even scarier?  meeting a witch or wizard face to face. or even a ritualist (in my country’s term, it means someone that kills and uses people for sacrifice, either to make money or for other usage) Honestly, armed robbers are the last to think of for me. Even if it is my time to die, I’d rather die a natural death than for my head to be cut off and taken away in a polythene bag. The thought alone even scares me. This post might frighten some people but I’m here to share my experience.

There was a time I was out very early in the morning, when everywhere was still dark. I went to put some things in the car. The next thing I heard was “sister, good morning”. The gate was a see through and the walls were not so tall because they also had a see through design on them. I used my side eye look at the person greeting, still walking but slowly.

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Hoping the person wouldn’t notice.

I noticed it was a woman and she had been standing in the middle of the road. I stylishly looked around to see if I was the only one around, it turned out to be true. She was talking to me and I was the only one around. My heart began to beat faster. I only said to God “please lord, let it not be what’s on my mind” The thought I had alone could even kill me. As much as I wanted to reply, I just couldn’t. I kept on swallowing the spit in my mouth. I used my side eye to check if she was still there and I noticed she hadn’t moved. She was still staring at me.

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I can bet this was how she was looking at me, even though I didn’t see her face clearly.

I put the things in the car  and went through the back of the house. Trust me, I ran faster that Usain bolt would have, even my dad had to come out and ask if there was someone chasing me. Maybe she wasn’t what I thought she would be but the real and fake stories I’ve heard in my country was enough for me to avoid situations like that. When I got upstairs to my room, I peeped through the windows to see if she was still standing there, but all I could see was an empty street. Maybe she had walked away or disappeared, who knows. It wasn’t funny at all. What do you think I should have done? Should I have replied the stranger? I also heard that when you reply, your destiny can also be tampered with. Wonders shall never end. There is God oo.

Photo credits: free digital photos and elftown.

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Author: Benita Okafor

Hi 😀 My name is Benita. I am Nigerian, a psychology student, and a blogger. I enjoy taking pictures, I love eating, that’s why I enjoy cooking, writing (not a great writer but hoping to be someday), getting to know people (even though I am a very shy person) and so much more. To view full profile, click https://bigbennytheory.com/about/

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