A Niqht At Ugbomoro

Jinqiss wake up joor, time don go,were the words I heard from my friend Jonathan as he shoved me
mercilessly. Still feeling very sleepy I replied Jona wait small na, make I still slip small. Time don
go oo, and you know say my place far small.
We had both stayed in school to read for the test we had that morning and along the line, I fell
asleep. As I stood up to pack my books, I asked him angrily where your house they self?.....the reply
that came from him sent the sleep running very fast from my eyes....Na inside Ugbomoro na, abi
how many times I go tell you, was the shocking reply that came from Jonathan.
Ugbomoro???
The mere mention of the name alone sent cold shivers down my spine, I remembered
numerous stories of how the community youths where been hostile to Fupre Students, I
remembered the final year student that was killed just some months ago,i remembered how one of
us was shot in the head by this same Ugbomoro youths, na this same place jonathan want make I
enter this night....i was still lost in my thoughts when Jona shook me again and shouted angrily,
watin dy worry you na, abi you nor wan go? I go comot leave you ooo...immediately I regained
conciousness and suggested we go to the school hostel inside the school and sleep till the next
morning,that I wasnt in support of this idea of us walking inside Ugbomoro at this time of the night.
I wan sleep for my house this night was the reply that came from him, he packed his books and
started walking towards the door that ushered him out of LT1. I watched him as he walked into the
night and he was lost in the dark cold night......i shouted Jona abeq wait na, as I hurriedly packed
my books and made my way out of LT1.... I looked at the moonless sky it looked back at me,but I
couldn't see it, its face was hidden by the darkness.
I hurriedly caught up with Jonathan as we made our way out of Fupre into the streets of Ugbomoro.
We walked for almost 10 mins when I broke the silence,Jona we never still reach your house,i don
tire to waka oo I asked.... chill na, e remain small jona replied. Barely had he finished talking when
we heard a dog bark, my heart sunk as I prayed silently within me. We increased our footstep and
turned right into another street that happened to be where our destination was. We percieved the
strong smell of indian hemp as we walked through the street... Two of una make una stop there a
vioce shouted from behind us and then footsteps started approaching us. My laptop and my tab
where both inside the bag I was holding.. We where immediately surrounded by 6 unfriendly faces,
I prayed silently inside of me for God to spare my life. Watin una carry for bag? Asked one of the
boys who I presume to be the leader.....Bros abeq na our books dy inside jona replied. He ordered
one of the boys to take the bags from us and ordered us to run very fast...i breathed a sigh of relief
as God has answered my prayer by sparing mhe and my friends life...or so I thought. Immediately
we took to our heels I ran as fast as my wobbling legs carry me(i guess at that moment Usian Bolt
would not stand a chance racing with me). Kpooooooooooooooo was the sound I heard from behind
us, I needed no magician to tel me that a bullet has been fired from their locally made gun....i kept
running until I felt a sharp pain I put my hand to touch my back and looked at it and saw blood....
then it dawned on me that I have been shot my Ugbomoro hoodlooms....i tried calling to Jonathan
but my voice was too weak to be audible as Jonathan kept running like he was competing for an
olympic gold medal.
As I lay on the the floor in my own pool of blood, I silently prayed to God to forgive me all my
sins and accept me into his bossom. I watched helplessly as life slowly left me,i looked into the sky
once more,and instead of been face by the dark sky, I saw the cloud crystal clear..........oooo what a
beautiful sight it was....suddenly I felt my soul been lifted from my body, I looked down and sawmy body still in the pool of blood, I realised dying wasnt actually as bad and as painful people
thought it to be......slowly I rose to the sky......
A slap landed on my cheek, followed by Jonathan's voice shouting Jinqiss wake up joor, time don
go, na since you they sleep Oya make we go my house for Ugbomoro, time don go well well. I
jumped up from the bench I sat and realised it had all been a dream....i suddenly turned and asked
Jonathan, Oboy did yhu just say Ugbomoro???? yes na my house for Ugbomoro naim we wan go
now..... Then I realised my dream was about to play out, just as I dreamt.
Jonathan if you know say you like your life, you would sleep inside this LT1 with me, as for me, I
nor they follow you enter Ugbomoro this night. I wan sleep for my house this night was the reply
that came from him, he packed his books and started walking towards the door that ushered him out
of LT1. I watched him as he walked into the night and was lost in the dark cold night...............
I sat down thinking what would became the fate of my friend this night..... I guess after reading this
piece, you would be wondering what happened to him also.........