...I want to share a story of how God saved me from the hands of a friend-turned armed robber. On that fateful day I went to see my elder brother at his workplace along awkunanaw street achara layout Enugu.....few minutes later his friend who has just left the bank to make some payment came in to see him. while they were still exchanging pleasantries, a tall huge guy walked towards our direction....I raised my head up and only to find out that it was my classmate back then @ St Patrick's secondary school emene.....I was about bringing out my hand to greet him while still trying to remember his name (ebuka).
The young man pulled out a fully-loaded gun ignoring me who already had my hand stretched out waiting to have a handshake....he asked my brother's friend for the money he had gone to withdraw from the bank. That's when we found out that he's been following the guy right from when he left the bank......THERE WAS NO MONEY TO GIVE HIM...the guy had only gone to make some deposits...with me humbled by the sight of the gun in his hand already had my face on the ground praying the robber out of anger of a fruitless operation doesn't shoot me knowing full well that I still recognized him....GOD SAVED ME. What if I had mentioned his name to the hearing of his colleague.....what would have been my fate? Coupled with the anger of a fruitless operation. GOD SAVED ME.
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#u were really lucky

Lucky is an understatement......na God just save me.

Ur one lucky son of your mama.

So what happened?


Complete the story

At this time, the guy has been so infuriated as my brother's friend brought out the teller with which he made the payment at the bank .....the guy has already urinated heavily on himself. I still had my face on the ground praying the robber doesn't recognise me. His colleague who was already waiting shooting in the air now told him not to waste time and 'shoot the bastards' . The robber not satisfied with the teller shown him as prove that there's no money now fired in the air and shouted 'ediots' and left. It was miraculous...I learnt my lessons though. Many times we don't know what our long -lost friend(s) has become.

Its not enough to come here and entertain us with fables oh. Hope you've given the police the guy's description and history?
And next time, don't be in too much of a hurry to greet an old mate. Who knows, the next one might be Boko Haram

Please help someone else by reporting that guy.