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BEING A VICTIM OF ROBBERY

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Stan Georgiev

I can't say that I've ever witnessed a crime unless you count the times some hungry thieves broke our house's lock and stole some money from my bag; it wasn't much money; only 200 naira; hence, I said it was a hungry thief; or when I was much younger and a thief broke in and stole my cousin's phone; she had come for her NYSC and had been staying at our house for a while before she got her own place

This reminds me of a time when I would have really witnessed one; it was when I was still a high school student studying for an exam; everyone else had fallen asleep, and I was the only person awake because I had to do a lot of reading. While reading, I sat on a chair in my father's living room that faced a sizable window that looked out toward the main road, I was reading when I suddenly heard movement outside, but I ignored it because I assumed it was just the security personnel who patrol the streets. Later, I heard a tear in the window net, which alerted my ears. I sat there listening, thinking that maybe I wasn't hearing well, until I heard the window glass being removed from outside. At this point, I jumped to my feet and ran to my parents' room to warn them of an intruder because I was so terrified. My father quickly picked up a stick and walked toward the window while yelling "thief, thief, thief!" so that the neighbors could hear him. Meanwhile, down the street, we heard someone start blowing a whistle to warn the rest of the neighborhood. Fortunately, nothing was taken that night, but our window was in bad shape.

BEEN THE VICTIM

I had gone on a date with someone that same day, and after following him to the location where he claimed he wanted to show me where to fix my phone because I had shown him my broken phone, we then went to the location where the phone could be repaired in the city of Port Harcourt.

After getting the phone fixed, my date decided to use the ATM. I told him I didn't want to stay out late because it was already after 7 p.m. when we said our goodbyes and he was still trying to get money from his customers. Instead, I went to the market to buy some things since I would be returning to Lagos in two weeks. I got the things I needed, and I was on my way home when some guys approached me from the main road, and started dragging my bags,I was first irritated and yelled at the market vendors, who like to pull people into buying their wares, to leave me alone because I wasn't interested in anything, but then I noticed a second man who was pointing a cutlass. He warned me to drop what I was holding or he would slash me.

I was crying when a car approached, and I thought I was saved until it was right next to us. However, as soon as the guys saw this, they ran over to the car and used a cutlass to hit it. I'm sure the passengers would have told the driver to accelerate so they wouldn't perish. I just dropped everything I had with me, and they left, leaving me stranded. The money and phone I had with me were both gone. I was sobbing when I noticed some individuals dragging a woman past me who had a bloodied arm. I overheard some people mention that the attackers who had attacked me had also attacked the woman, but they injured her because she wouldn't drop her bag.

It was a terrible experience. A taxi driver offered to drive me home, and I asked him to let me use his phone. I called my brother and told him what had happened. The funniest part is that it wasn't really dark; it was just starting to get dark. Because it was such a bad experience, I didn't wait until the time I said I wanted to go back to Lagos; instead, I left after three days because every time I was by myself, I was terrified that something bad would happen.

*This is my entry for week 46 of the HIVE learner contest, edition 3.

*THANKS FOR READING treasuree😘 designed on canva