Sometimes when things happen, we see it as though God has forgotten or neglected us. We are fond of looking up to the closed doors which makes us pay no attention to the better ones that are open. I've heard of different stories of people who were deprived of a particular thing that later turned out to be a blessing for them. Some people missed their flight and later discovered that the plane crashed. There are things that would happen that we would see as not pleasant not knowing that we are being saved by the divine or divine intervention
Some years back at school, we had a problem of insecurity. It was worst to the point that when you are visited by thieves, they do away with not only your belongings, but also foodstuffs leaving you with nothing. If you just prepare an assorted meal, they would balance over the night in your apartment and eat to their fill. They also rape ladies and molest them as they want. What about the guys? They beat them to stupor and leave them deadly injuries. These were chronic cultists operating at the high level. They come in masks so that nobody would recognize them. The vigilante around couldn't do anything about it, and the police found it difficult to track them. The news of these groups traveled far and near and everyone was afraid to stay out late. But with all our carefulness, it happened one da
On that fateful day, we received a letter that the groups were coming to pay us a visit. It was scary to even read the letter let alone wait for those rascals to come and use us as practicals. Immediately we saw the letter, students started taking to their heels one by one. Some rugged guys in the hostel refused to leave. They wanted to see what would happen if at all they showed up. I also wanted to stay, but my mind wasn't at rest. Before I would kill myself with heart attack thinking on what to do, I followed one of our hostel mate to his friends house around 7 PM. But, unfortunately, the room was already congested and I wasn't allowed to stay. It was as if I was chased out to meet a lion in the jungle. I had nowhere to go. There was nothing I could do other than go back to my house. On getting to the hostel, I met a few guys and some ladies sitting outside the hostel, then I joined them. At that point, I had made up my mind that "we die here"
Unanimously, we set a fire burning like an inferno at the front of the hostel, and we all started drinking dark sailor. We played loud music and turned the scene to a party arena. We didn't sleep. We were there waiting for them to come. We did this till cock crow. In the morning, we went to various rooms and caught some sleep. Later in the night, we did the same thing, and at the end, we didn't see any trace of the robbers. But, that wasn't the blessing in disguise that happened. It was something else. The robbers visited the house I wasn't allowed to stay in, and brutally injured my hostel mate we went together. He fractured his arm and he was butchered on the head. Almost all of them in that room were dealt with. When I heard this, what came to my mouth was "God I thank you". When I was chased out, I was very sad and felt like forcing myself to stay, not knowing that I was about to be saved from an attack. Maybe my own would be worse, who knows. I was very glad that I wasn't allowed to stay. It's indeed a blessing in disguise. My hostel mate came back home when he felt a little better after he was discharged from the hospital
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