My Promo-Mentors Writing Challenge

God Works In Mysterious Ways

It was the midst of raining season. Everywhere was always dull and gloomy but it didn't bother me so far there was power for my devices and it was cold. So my friend and I were in one of the studios (can barely remember which) doing what we did best respectively. She sees and was going at it with her hand-electricity sewing machine while I, was editing and retouching a storm of pictures.
She wasn't making a lot head way with that sewing machine, something about the needle... I never cared for tailoring jargon so I told switch to manual. She did but soon realized that the machine wasted most of her thread, she needed more and needed a knight in shining armor to escort her to get more.... With some zippers too. That was me after alot of begging coz I was really vibing to the music I listened to while editing and I'm quite lazy and didn't want to go out. Mind you I prolly shouldn't have.
So we left the studio and went out of the University premises, I have no idea why a University wouldn't have a utility shop or something but whatever. We got to the street where we could find that thread and zipper, we continue down the road we got jumped by what Americans would call "thugs". We called em cultists but to be specific these in particular were "show love boys" or "SLB" for short. First thing he did was grab my trouser by the belt buckle, basically I had a man's hand pressed up to top of my junk. I stood my ground and answered his stupid and very pointless questions (pointless coz you knew he just wanted a reason to rob you. Not a good one, just a reason). Now my friend is girl so they ain't so concerned with her and honestly neither was I coz no-ones hand was near her junk. Basically, my phone (at the time holding my documents and project files as well as all my contacts coz I never back up anymore) was taken down an ugly alley. I followed suit, man's was broke and couldn't afford to lose his phone. As we got futher down the quite short alley leading to house, someone "pssted" for some reason I turned back and went to him. He was a good looking short but buff fellow, he asked what happened, I told him and he shouted I don tell them make they stop! And I was like 😮. Told me to follow him and I did, he got my phone back and even gave me advice. It's then I realized that a cultist took my phone back from a cultist and gave it back to me. Unarguably the weirdest encounter I've ever had with them.

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