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How I Got Implicated In My Hostel In School + Helpful Tips For Situations Like That

It was 1:00pm on Friday. I had gotten back early from class and was trying to rest in my hostel room.
Fridays are the only free days for me because my lectures end by 1pm. Every other day, my classes end by 5pm and I get back to the hostel by 9 or 10pm because I stay back to study most times.

On this Friday, I was actually reading an immunology notebook because I had a test the next day (Saturday) when I dozed off in my hostel room.

Two of my roommates were present, both laying in bed.

I hadn’t slept for long when I was awoken by raised voices.
I couldn’t quite make out what they were saying so I tried ignoring it. When the noise wouldn’t stop, I got up from my bed and saw my roommates standing at the door, watching the drama outside.
I peeped out and saw over 10 security men standing in front of the room next to mine.
Immediately the sleep cleared from my eyes. What would male security personnel possibly be doing inside a female hostel?

Then my roommates told me the story. And I’ll summarize it for y’all but here’s a little background.

The university where I school is in the North and matters pertaining to religion are not trivialized.

The hours of 1-2 every Friday are usually very quiet in the whole school as Muslims (men) from all parts of campus and even some from outside the school premises gather in the school’s general mosque and in front of the school’s main gate to observe the jumaat prayer.

I stay on the second floor of the eighth block in the hostel and my room and block is directly adjacent the school’s main gate so we just need to step out of the room to see the people praying.

According to what I heard, on this faithful Friday, the ladies in the room next to mine who happen to be Muslims were playing and shouting outside their room. Some people even said they wore skimpy dresses and were parading themselves through the hall, combing their hair and doing all sorts of things when it was obvious that the men praying could see them. This is against the tenets of Islam.

Their noise obviously attracted the attention of the people praying and immediately the prayers were over, some security men who had been praying too rushed into the hostel and came up to my floor.

And that was what resulted in the noise that woke me up.

You could tell that the security men were furious as they raised their voices, saying all sorts.
They brought padlocks and asked the girls to come out of their room. They were going to locks their room till further notice.
They also seized their student identity cards.

At this point, a huge crowd had formed. All the girls in the hostel had come out of their rooms and were watching what was happening.
Even people from outside the hostel who could see from outside looked up to feed their eyes.

While I stood at the door with my roommates, still trying to process what was going on, one of the security men received a call and the person on the other end asked him to include the room next to the ladies room, which happens to be my room.

Immediately, the security man faced my roommates and I and asked us to submit our ID cards too., saying we were also part of the ladies disturbing their prayers.

The kind of confusion that hit me at that point was from my village.

“Ahh… No sir. We were inside our room when everything was going on. We had no idea what even happened. I was even sleeping sef. ” I explained.

“Give me your ID cards now!” A huge security man barked.

My roommates and I scurried back in fear, trying to think of ways to separate ourselves from that mess.

“Submit your ID cards and come out. We’re locking your rooms too. All of you will either be suspended from the school or you will lose your bed space in the hostel. Since you all acted like illiterates and refused to respect people’s religion” Another security man shouted.

I took a step back into my room, trying to process the situation. I was wearing a trouser and a spaghetti top.
I opened my box, got a top and wore it. I picked my keys and my phone and stepped out to meet them.
My roommates stepped out too.

We kept trying to explain to the security men that we were only spectators and this was a case of implication, when the Dean of student affairs of the school arrived. Apparently, the Vice Chancellor had called him to ask if he knew about the uproar in the female hostel.

How did I find myself in this mess?
Different things started going through my mind. I began to ask myself rhetorical questions.
Dupe why didn’t you just stay back at the faculty? Dupe why did you come back this early? Who will you call to save you now?

I approached the Dean and tried to make my petition. “Good afternoon sir, My roommates and I have nothing to do with this but they seized our ID cards and locked our room”.

” Don’t worry if you’re innocent, just explain to them at the security office”. He answered.

It was 1:30pm.

The security men led us, as we walked to their head office with thousands of people watching us. It was one of the worst days of my life.
How can I be famous for the wrong thing? More so something I didn’t do?

People stared until their eyes almost fell out.

I was tired and hungry. I hadn’t eaten that day. I had planned to read a little, sleep and then cook something but Satan stepped in.

When I saw that no one was ready to listen to our plea, I started praying in the Spirit under my voice. I prayed all the way to their head office.

We met the head of the security men who started his own episode of lambasting. Calling us all sorts of names.
I approached him and explained my own dilemma and what he said annoyed me.

“Nobody knows who is guilty. If you’re innocent as you said, then it’s unfortunate that you’re a victim of circumstances. But for now, you all are guilty”.

An alarm rung in my head. Growing up, my mom has always prayed one prayer for my sister and I and it was ” May you never fall victim of circumstances”.
I didn’t know how important that prayer was then. Now, I know.

It is very possible to be implicated. People have gotten killed for crimes they know nothing about.

I kept thinking about the possible ways the situation could end. Suspension, rustication, losing my bed space, and so on.
I kept praying. Lord you can’t be watching this happen to your daughter.

In a nutshell, we spent 3 hours at the security office, pleading and begging. We were made to write statements.
Then we were taken to the Senate building, into the Dean’s office, where the guilty ladies confessed, saying they shouted because they saw a wall gecko and they didn’t mean to disturb the jumaat prayer.
They were separated and warned and the rest of us were taken back to the security office to write an undertaking.
After which they returned our ID cards and gave us the keys to our room.

Looking back now, I just wonder at the injustice in Nigeria. Why should someone who did absolutely nothing wrong write an undertaking?

Who does that?

My beloved country.

Take note that all our trips to the security office, Dean’s office and back were by foot.
My legs cried for help that day.

It was 5:30pm when I eventually got back to my hostel room.
My head and legs throbbed with pain. My stomach churned.

I had never been in an implicating situation before and I’m glad that God brought me out eventually but I believe He wanted me to learn from it.

So I’ll share a few lessons I learned and few tips to help you if you’re ever in a similar situation.


I didn’t start praying at the security office. I started praying immediately they involved me.
When something like that happens, you start praying instantly. Don’t wait until things get out of hands.
My prayers worked.

Stay calm

Your tears and worry will do next to nothing to help at times like that so ensure your mind is sound and you’re calm.
When I realized they weren’t ready to listen to my plea, I stopped fretting and panicking and became calm.
I decided to see it as an adventure and I was even laughing through it because I was confident that God was with me.

Think of people who can help you.

After calming your mind, start thinking immediately. You should know one or two persons who you can call if things go South.
I thought of my dad and my mom first because my dad is a lecturer and even though he doesn’t lecture in my university, he has friends all over the university. My mom also is a staff of my university. + The dean of student affairs knows my mum so if things were to get out of hand, I knew who to call.
I thought of my lecturers, security men in my residential quarters, my friends’ dads who were significant people in the university, and other people who I had established a good relationship with.
This is a perfect time to activate the gift of men.

Keep your attitude in your pocket.

If you’re taken before security men or a disciplinary committee, that is not the time to be rude.
Be as polite as possible. An aura of pride and arrogance will only further implicate you.
One of the ladies with us tried giving the security men an attitude and it made matters worse for her. She was set apart for special punishment.

Be humble and respectful.

Not because they deserve it but because your life and your peace of mind is more important than someone’s ego.
Usually, the people in charge will want to flex their muscles and exercise authority over you. Don’t be surprised when they talk anyhow and say things they shouldn’t say. Especially if they’re security personnel who are usually disrespected by the average Nigerian student. They seize opportunities like that to suppress students.
To get out of that situation, massage their ego and let them be happy.

Lastly, be confident.

The fact that I said be humble doesn’t mean you should become weak and afraid.
Be confident and unshaking. Let them see that you are ready to respect them as authority but you’re not ignorant of your own place.
I carried myself with class through it all. I didn’t speak Hausa (which is the local language around me and all the ladies were speaking). I communicated in fluent Queen’s English which compelled them to approach me differently.
Of course if the need arose, I would have readily communicated in their local language.
I wasn’t intimidated neither was I afraid. The only worry I had was that I had pages of books to read against my test to next day and I had to be at church that evening.

And that’s it. I hope you enjoyed my story.
Are you in a Nigerian university and have you experienced such before?
For me, that was my first time in such a situation.
Let’s talk in the comment section below.

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The Curse – Episode One (1)

It was a little past 9pm and the front of Queen Amina hostel in Ahmadu Bello University was already very busy.

The number of guys waiting for ladies outside was alarming.

At one corner, a guy was holding a girl’s waist and they were both giggling.

Amongst the tens of guys standing outside, stood one, a devourer. He was standing there, patiently waiting for Temi, the naive 100 level girl he deceived earlier that afternoon. She was about to be one of his preys.

Temi on the other hand was in her room, getting ready to come out and meet the fine young handsome final year guy she had just met. He had described the way to the school’s community market to her that afternoon and asked for her number afterwards.

Temi was excited. If this was what it felt like to be a university student then she was definitely feeling it.

She put on a knee length fitted gown that showed all the right curves. She sprayed her perfume for the 7th time, styling her very long hair into a pony tail.

She glanced at her boring roommate who laid on the bed, reading a literature book. Then she stepped out to meet Dan.

“Hey beautiful” He said as she stepped out of the hostel. “You look beautiful”..

His Cologne was intoxicating. It screamed masculinity.

“Thank you” Temi said, shyly.

Can I hug you?” He asked.


He bent slightly to hug her. His tall frame almost covering her completely. Temi inhaled his Cologne deeply as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Just then, her phone rang. Her mom was calling.

Why is mummy calling me now? Am I a child? She reluctantly came out of Dan’s embrace and excused herself to pick her mom’s call. She already has a lie perfectly planned out in her mind.

Hello mummy, I’m in class reading, I can’t talk now” Her mom believed. She hurriedly said some things to Temi before she hung up.

Sorry about that, my mom called”

“It’s okay. Can we walk down and get some popcorn?”

Of course” Temi smiled, she was determined to enjoy every bit of her evening.

The cold breeze blew and she shuddered. Her perfectly shaped gown had short sleeves Dan offered her his shirt. He was putting on a smaller shirt under. She accepted.

Together, they walked down to Romeo’s popcorn stand situated in front of the second female’s hostel to buy popcorn.

“You’re really beautiful Temi. I haven’t stopped thinking about you since I saw you this afternoon”. Temi looks down smiling. She’d never been called beautiful so many times in one day.

” Thank you Dan. You’re a handsome man too.

The evening was a beautiful one for Temi. She had a lot of fun with Dan. They spoke about a wide variety of things; school, life and family. They were sitting at the famous love garden situated not too far from the hostel.

It was 11:50pm.

Temi jumped when she saw the time.

“I have to go now. I have a class by 7am tomorrow and I need to put things in order”

“Please Temi, stay with me just a little longer”

“I can’t” She said, standing up.

“There’s something I need to ask you” “What is it?”

Please be my girlfriend” He reached out for her hand.

What?” Temi was bewildered.

I love you Temi and I need you in my life. Please don’t say no”

I barely know you Dan. I can’t just accept like that”

Don’t you love me?”

I don’t know you”

“Ask me anything. I’m willing to tell you everything. I love you Temi. I’m in my final year and surrounded by beautiful girls everyday. For me to come to you, it shows how deeply I feel for you”

A pang of jealousy hit Temi’s heart. She imagined beautiful girls surrounding Dan in his class and she immediately felt sad.

Should she say yes? Dan was the full package. He was very handsome, he seemed intelligent and he had awesome communication skills. She didn’t want to be foolish and loose him. Besides, she would have to get a boyfriend sooner or later, so why not grab this enticing opportunity now?

“Can I think about it?”

“Think about it? It’s like you don’t feel anything for me. The feelings are only on my part. Never mind, just forget I asked.”

Temi’s heart dropped.

I like you. Very much… Okay, yes. I’ll be your girlfriend”

“That’s my girl” He smiled widely, planting a peck on her cheek.

“I need to go back to the hostel now. I’ll see you tomorrow”

“I’ll see you off baby.” He got up, still holding her. Temi felt off. She felt like something was wrong but she didn’t know what it was.

As they walked back to the hostel, someone behind them kept calling a name.

“Usman…. Usman”

The person calling the name ran after them and tapped Dan on his back. Obviously, he had been calling Dan.

Usman, I been dey look for you, I no see you. Your phone sef dey off. How far that package na? The guys dey com deliver am na so police catch them for road” The young man said in pidgin after he caught up with them.

Dan looked angry. “Abeg, guy free me. I go call you later” The boy got the hint and left.

Temi stopped walking. “What was he talking about?

“It’s nothing”

“What do you mean? Are you involved in any illegal deal?”


At that, point, everything in Temi’s head asked her to do one thing.


Run away from this handsome deceiver. Run into her hostel room, delete his number and never see him again.

But she didn’t run. She stood there, still holding his hands as though glued to it.

That night, Temi turned and tossed in her bed. She couldn’t sleep. Had she made a mistake? Why did she feel so much unrest? She decided to share her plight with her two room mates; Zainab and Mary. The two girls were still awake. Zainab was on her prayer mat doing her sallah prayer. Mary was sorting clothes and ironing some.

Temi looked at them. They were both very intelligent ladies and she wanted to hear their opinions.

“Mary, Zee. I need to share something with you guys” She said, sitting up on her bed. Zee was short for Zainab.

After the conversation, Temi regretted telling them because they were both against her relationship with Usman.

Mary had told her that it was too early and she barely knew the guy. She should have taken some time to think about it. While Zainab had simply told her that he has something to do with the police was already a red light and any relationship built on deceit would never stand.

The next morning, at 4:30am, Temi’s mum called her phone.

“Hello mummy”

“Temitola, how are you?”

“I’m fine mum. Why are you calling me so early in the morning?”

“I had a bad dream about you. It looked so real and I was really scared.”

Temi immediately sat up and every sleep in her eyes cleared. Her mom’s dreams were not to be joked with. Her dreams always came to pass.

“What was the dream about?”

“I saw you walking on a path that seemed strange to you then a man who looked white but was actually black on the inside offered to show you the right path to take and you agreed. I don’t know what happened but after a while, I saw you standing alone somewhere at a point and you had blood in your hands. You had killed the man”

Temi didn’t understand any part of the dream. Maybe her mum was wrong this time and the dream wasn’t about her. But she froze when she heard the next thing her mum said.

“Temi, I hope you haven’t gotten into a relationship or something like that with any man. Remember I told you it’s forbidden for you. Temi if you have, talk to me now”

Temi kept quiet. How could she explain to her mum that she was dating a guy she had met only once?

To be continued next week Friday...

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