Black Cloudy Friday

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Gbo! Gbo!! Gob!!! The sound of gun from a little distance to where we were standing, my friend and I. Everyone scamper for safety. We couldn't wait to see what was happening, my friend and I ran quickly back to his apartment. Shop owners hastily locked up their stalls without proper arrangement of the wares they sell. The pandemonium was everywhere around the street. My heart was literally in my mouth as I breath heavily from the short race I just had. What was that? I asked my friend.

Cult boys are at it again. They are still counting scores probably.

This is how they terrorize this place almost everyday and the law enforcement agents haven't been able to clamp on them. At this instance, I wondered if I am not in Nigeria. I haven't seem it this tough. Broad day gun battle. How did we get here? I was so perturbed that my countenance could be felt from the next door.

Normalcy have returned, let me see you off, my friend spoke to me lightly as he made for the door. Loud siren could be heard from the patrol vehicle of the police, only meant to scare the dangerous elements away. No single arrest was made.

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As we stepped outside, there was wailing and shouting across the road. A young boy in his early teens had been dropped (killed). And another was carried on the shoulder by a macho man. He isn't dead but from the look of things, he was gasping for breath.

Just like that, two promising young men were killed. I was so frightened that I told my friend I won't be visiting again if he doesn't consider get another apartment in another part of the metropolis.

Cultism has eaten deep into the fabrics of society. Children who have does not have a will or sense of direction have been brainwashed and initiated into deadly secret cults and even assigned missions they must accomplish. As such, our society is deteriorating in all ramifications on a daily basis.

I made an order for a Uber to take me home, this is about the third time and they all turned it down. Perhaps the news about the invasion have spread to other parts of the city.

The whole streets was deserted except for petty traders who were beginning to display their wares again. One of the traders adjacent to my left spanked her child and drew him into the shop by the ear for walking a little further from her presence saying in pidgin English:

Come back here, I no kill my mama, you no go kill me.

Meaning that the boy should not cross his bounds or out of her sight. It is so bad that people live in fear of insecurity. It is so alarming, nothing seem to be under control. Human life is been handled like no-man-business.

This is indeed a bad weekend for the parents of those lads who were visited by untimely death. What more could be darker than this on a Friday?