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This is a small boy love story, even if you are currently 40years old, your action as you have described it shows lack of maturity or ability to man up to issues. She is better off not having you in her life.

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freakydaddy:
Mad ooo...Man U and your crew are really crazy. U could have booked a low cost guest house or hotel rather than casually stroll into Sheraton and have a goodnight sleep lol.

Lol... The fear of being cut up into pieces in an insecure abode will make one develop crazy survival instinct... It was mostly due desperation.

As for the cheap hotel option, it never crossed our minds, cos we had good hope in sleeping in mosque (this is a very common practice, but unknown to us, insecurity had changed that)

EasternActivist:
Op I enjoyed how you narrated your tragic-comic story... Funny lad...

Maybe you should figure out your side of story telling...
Good to have you telling us your story by yourself.

Only by God's grace

.... Continued

After getting a relatively secure place to pass the night amidst the dangers of the surrounding area outside the hotel, we got up early around 5:30am, with the hope of walking out of the hotel and finally kissing the travails of the previous night goodbye, but we couldn't be more wrong, the real challenge was just about to unfold.

We had woken very early and planned to go to the mosque to pray the early morning prayer at the central mosque whose imam's CSO had turned us away to the danger of Abuja night.

It was only by God's grace that we were able to casually walk into the hotel, seat undisturbed at the bar without buying anything and sleeping in a tennis room which we were later told was always usually locked by 11pm or so (just around the time we entered) except for that night.

On our way out of the hotel, just casually walking out the same way we had come in, we were stopped by a security agent at the gate (we will call him Mr Chuks - not real name - he was one of our saving grace that day). He asked us where we were coming from, where did we stayed, which room etc. Knowing fully well that they keep records of booking and all, there was no gain in lieing, so we told him our story. Needless to say, he was shocked. I'm not sure which one made him more shocked, whether it was our travails of trying to escape the danger of Abuja night or the way we were able to stay in the hotel unbooked in a room that is usually locked up at a set time.

He invited his follow officers, a senior colleague and a mobile police man attached to the hotel for night duty (Mr Chucks saved us from the claws of this mobile police).

They asked all 3 of us to write a statement and after reading it, our stories correlated, but the mobile police wasn't having it, he demanded that Mr Chucks hand us over to him to take to the station, the other senior officer, unconcerned about our story and just wanting to get us off his hands, instructed Mr chucks to hand us over, then he left to.


Left at the gate house was the 3 of us, Mr Chucks who was soon to hand over to the morning duty officer and the mobile police who should have left since, but still waiting for us to be released to him. It was until Mr Chucks told him that we will be transfered to the hotel's head of security building for further investigation that the mobile police finally gave up and left. After he left Mr Chucks finally told us the reason why the mobile police wanted us and why he refused to hand us over to him.

He told us that aside from the fact that he has kids like us at, the mobile police have his reason for wanting us badly, he said if he had handed us over to him, they will take us to their station, give us drugs or any incriminating substance to hold and take a picture of us with it and they will start to extort us and our parents from there.

In our hearts we were grateful once again, but we knew we were not out of the hot water yet. Mr Chucks signed out and took us to the hotel main security building, here was where our trial began.

In the office we had to pass through trial from various ranking security personnel. After the trial, if found wanting, we were to be handed over to the SSS as boko haram suspects.

The 3rd in commend came and read our statement and didn't pass any comment, the 2nd in command came, didn't bother to read our statement, but just concluded that we were terrorist and should be handed over to the DSS, but thank God he wasn't the one with final say.

We had to wait for the head of security to come and finally decide on what to do with us, while waiting, this 2nd in charge man will once in a while come to the office we were seating and taunt us about being criminals, terrorist and should be handed over to the DSS, this man was a fellow Muslim ooo.

Then finally the man in charge came, after settling in, he was presented with the case, he read our statement and asked us some questions, he found that our stories were quite consistent and the proposal I had for my meeting as well as my school ID card was evidence of studentship (the other guys didn't have permanent school ID, but they had ID non the less.

After taking all the information he needed and the time came to make a decision of whether to let us go or hand us over to DSS, he chose ​to let us go, what's more, he didn't just choose to let us go alone, he also gave us some cash to ease our journey a bit, heck, he even did a prayer for us (he was a Christian).

And just like that we were finally free to go at around 11am in the morning. We walked a good distance from the hotel and looked at each other and laughed in relief of the things we have been through and over came. Seeing how the other guys were completely broke and I still had some cash in my account, I gave them my share of the money the Head of Security gave us, we hugged and shook each other and said our heartfelt goodbyes. We were like brother that have gone through war and survived.

We parted ways, they left to see if they could still find the job they had came to look for, while I headed to the bank where I was to have my meeting, my clothes were dirtied from the whole trouble, but that was the only set of clothe I had with me and that was how I went for the meeting.

The meeting was quite brief, I explained everything that happens to the bank staff (I can't remember his position, but he was well placed), he then invited 2 other colleagues to come listen to my proposal. I presented it to them the best way I could, but it ended in disappointment of "sorry we can't provide finance for this project at the moment"...

For some reason, I wasn't even saddened by the turned down. I left the bank and when I got outside, I just looked up to the heaven and smiled, I was relieved and at ease, I was finally going back home.

I headed straight to Jabi park (heck I must not be caught being in Abuja for one more night)... I got the last bus going to Ile-Ife (man! The joy)

Not before long the car was filled and we moved... Finally, finally, heading back home.

There were quite a lot of traffic here and there along the road, hence the journey was long, but I had a peace of mind that no matter how long this one takes, I know I have a bed waiting for me in a cool and comfortable room, my own room.

I got to Ife at around 10pm or so and got to my room about 30min later... By Allah, I have never been so glad to see my bed than I was that day.

I dropped my bag containing my rejected proposal, my laptop which we used to take selfies at the hotel (our phones where dead), pulled my cardigan, shoes and the dirty white shirt and black pant trousers I had on, took my bath, and finally came to appreciate the matrass I take for granted everyday before.

It was a long night.... Thank God for Life.

There are Many times God have spared our lives without us even knowing it.

This near horrific experience happened in 2014 or there about, at the height of boko haram insurgency. I can't even precisely remember what day it was anymore. I was still a student of Ile-Ife.

As a student back then, I had always wanted the entrepreneurial life, to be my own boss and all, and I started making moves in my 4th year to make that dream a reality. One of such move involved me presenting a business proposal to popular Islamic bank in Nigeria.
After a series of email conversation, the official I was communicating with requested that I make a physical visit to the bank's head office which was in Abuja, that was how my journey to an unforgettable experience began.

I left my room that day as early as 6am with the hope of catching a quick bus, make it to Abuja for the meeting, then make a return trip that same day... Very straight forward plan. But God had a different plan.

The first sign of worry was when the bus started giving issue just a few minutes into the journey. On bus issue alone I lost a good amount of travel time. On seeing how this has ruined my chances of making to Abuja and back the same day, I quickly reached to my friend back in school who I knew had someone in Abuja to help see if help me get permission from his friend to let me pass the night, but unfortunately the friend was said to be out of town.

A bit of panic began to set in, I was almost in Abuja, with no hope of meeting my schedule meeting and no place to stay... But I carried on with faith.

We later got to Abuja at around 4pm, and I immediately put a call through to the bank official I was to meet with, but by that time he had closed for the day and we rescheduled for the next day.

I stood at the park at Jabi for a few minutes, pondering my next move, I couldn't go back, the movement for me was to move forward.

Then I got an idea to visit the Abuja central mosque and perhaps if possible spend a night in the mosque (passing the nights in mosque as a traveller is something that was quite common)... But I failed to envisage the impact that the activities of bokoharam has had on that culture.

I stayed in the mosque till around 8pm when the chief imam will come to lead the prayer, with plan to approach him to narrate my plight, but I failed to realised again was the security that would be around him. He left without me being able to reach him. At this point I was just blank. I decided to stroll around the market area of the mosque to get something to eat and gain some strength, that day I realize Hausa recipe were not the best. I order for Irish potatoes and meat, I can only describe the taste as bland and tasteless.


Then something strange happened, just as I was thinking what my next I came across two other guys who were in the same shoe I was in, they were also stranded in Abuja central, but the funny thing about their situation though was that they were student of UniAbuja and lived in the outskirt of Abuja, but they had come to Maintama and Jabi area to look for work to support their studies.


That was how we became the 3 stranded guys. Now that we were 3, there was a bit more confidence that we have a genuine request to approach the chief imam.

On getting to the chief imam residence we met with his CSO and narrated our plight to him, but he wasn't having it or letting us near the residence, he explained the mosque used to be opened to visitors but for the activities of bokoharam, they stopped opening it to travelers. Then the a*shole suggested we go sleep under the bridge but we should be careful with that too because just few days ago they found dismembered bodies in them.

With the grim realization that the mosque was not going to be a shelter for us, we decided to find an alternative in some other local mosques. We passed by Sheraton hotel on our search for another mosque but the mosque we found where open roof, we decided to go back to the central mosque to try and insist to see the imam, but on our way to back and while passing by Sheraton again, one of us suggested we enter Sheraton and go to the bar, cos the bar might be open all night and we could just seat there all night, this was better than the under the bridge and under an open roof unsecure structure.

Just like that, we strolled gloriously and casually into Sheraton (I am sure they would have increase there security on this after the incident that happened after our stay).

On entering Sheraton we found our way around and went straight to the bar and sat at a table (all 3 of us). I have never been more relieved to have a seat in my life and men! the peace of mind that we were in a place with good security.

At the bar we tried to order something for us to cool off, but man! Sheraton price is not for the faint hearted... A bottle of coke went for 650 (price of one crate then), my hand fall. I had transport back home to cover and who knows what other expenses, so we gave up on refreshments.

We just sat and enjoyed the scene, gisted, got to know each other, took group photos for memo and just forgot our troubles.

We saw security guys being called by the bar manager to come escort some runs girls that were eyeing some old rich men who were playing table tennis in the tennis room out of the hotel, but we were fortunate not to be noticed or found suspicious.

It was going to be a long night, no laying back just seating. But that was not to be, at around 11pm the bar began to close (the 24hrs bar plan was out of the window). We immediately began to plan our next move and the tennis room was our target, after carefully scanning around for any security personel or staff, we casually strolled to the tennis room, close the door and just like that, we had a room. . Not just a room, a fully airconditined tennis room, we switched on the AC and took different sleeping positions. One slept the table, another on the bench and the last spread some carton on floor, and we had a secured sleep in a 60k per night hotel for free.


The night was short, we got up at around 5:30am to 6am and were grateful to God for life. One would think that was the end of the story, but the worst was yet to come from almost being handed to a mobile police whose plan was to plant a drug on us and extort money from us and our relative to almost being handed to the DSS as boko haram suspect.


Let me stop here for now...

We saw those jets during the "presidential wedding"... #9jacruising