By Habeeb Olokooba
The Story of Jawad
It was late in the night when birds had gone to sleep and the darkness crept in, the shininess of the moon served as the only source of light that shone brightly as I returned from class with a friend after a tiring day of reading.
Our jump walk motion attests the phobia we’re nursing for the silence of the vicinity. But our fast-walking was stopped upon being ransacked by some unknown guy along a narrow path to the Benji; a popular and prodigious hostel of 80 thousand naira(80k), a stone thrown from the school mini market. The echo beamed from behind made us turn back.
Turning around, we were confronted with two huge guys with unfathomed gestures. The built one introduced himself as Jude and his friend Salam requested a ransom for walking free at later time of the night.
We were scared to the bone because their appearance was enough to make one tremble and arguing at the moment will only aggravate the situation. So we employed the best thing was to cooperate as to avoid
Without further delay, I sacrifice the only N500 in my pocket to free ourselves from their jungle. Afterward, we were escorted through the dark path of the Engineering faculty.
It was later revealed to us that Jude and Salam were neither security nor students but graduates of Usmanu Danfodiyo University, Sokoto. They were known jerks who only prey on Jambitos to get money.
So my fears and timidity made me drop my money to people who can’t even raise a fling on me. “Well now I know i shouldn’t fall for all strangers,” I would think and would just laugh it off. “na me fuck up.”
Muhammad Jawad Awayewaserere is now a 200- level law student who hails from Ilorin, Kwara State.