It was a fresh semester and I was making plans on how to be more productive, considering it was a short semester and I resumed late , the thought of joining other students to attend night classes came to my mind, the fact is attending night classes have never been something I like and I can comfortably read in my room, that have always worked well for me .
I was also curiosity , my neighbor was always running to night classes daily, so I decided I was going to give it a try, and hopefully I will cover up in all the lectures I missed.
I ignored the bad experiences and stories from people, I even ignored the experience my roommate had when I was still a freshman, the experience was so terrible that it took her to this hospital, but I insisted on going, regardless of all these bad experiences from others.
After all, there are students who are devoted and never skip night classes and nothing have ever happened to them, I decided to join them and overcome my fears.
I called my friends, told them the plan and they agreed to join, but the problem was we had to discard a method that have been favourable to us.
We usually stay back at the school library to read after lectures, but we changed the routine ,we decided to go home after lectures, sleep and get ready for night class, then come back to school and study all night.
The new plan sounded so amazing and we started it together.
For a week, it was really going well , our nights were productive, we read and supported each other all night and still had time to rest and gist.
One day the narrative changed, it was like my scary stories were about to come to pass and I swore never to attend night classes again that night, I understood why we were meant to be at home at night and not a classroom.
Before we stepped out that particular night, we heard rumors of some cult clash but we never took it serious, we went to class and some minutes after we heard some students running, gun shots all night, we couldn't even leave the light switches-on that night.
We all laid on the ground to avoid stray bullets, we were just praying silently, locked the doors of the classroom, but some windows kept disappointing.
If we were their target, then they would have succeeded, because the class wasn't 100% secured.
God protected I and my friends that night and that was the end of night classes.
We only attended night classes for a week and we went back to our former routine happily, experience really is the best teacher.
We went back to utilizing our day at the library, go back to our different lodges before it gets dark, read in our rooms and if there's a need to read together at night, we choose one of our friend's room to study together, instead of going to night class.
My friends and neighbors who knew about this experience, laughed at me, it was indeed a scary one.
Picture is mine.
