How I narrowly escaped being lynched

During my last year in high school, three of my friends and I decided to go out and have fun after classes. We were in ‘day school’ so it wasn’t hard; we had all informed our parents that we would be having a group study at one of a friend’s home after class. With the little money we had saved, we hit one of the hottest trans-day clubs feeling like Aliko Dangote’s descendants.We had fun like it was our last day out. Freedom tasted so great. We actually got to tell someone grown up to go bring us drinks and it felt good! We had a blast and even forgot to go home. What started as a day ‘thing’ materialised into something else. Before we knew it was past midnight. And to make matters worse, we were broke!With no money for transport, we staggered to one of the friend’s home. Being late we couldn’t knock, so we jumped over the fence and sneaked into the car-garage where we drifted off to sleep.It was that very night that the thieves chose to attack this family. They broke in and robbed them clean. It wasn’t until the police had arrived that we heard the commotion in the main house and compound. Still half- awake, half- drunk and still trying to piece together what happened at night, we fidgeted around. They must have heard us moving about, for in just a few minutes we were surrounded by local defense guys and half the villagers armed with all sorts of weapons. We were ordered to come out one by one. We sobered up and came out, being in the wee hours of the night, it was hard for even the parents to recognize us, especially due to the fact that they didn’t expect us to be in their garage.With torches flashing in our faces and everyone shouting excitedly “how our days of terrorizing the villages were over”, our explanation of whom we were or how we ended up there fell on deaf ears. Luckily someone tipped off the police, which came to our rescue. It took us hours and hours to convince police and our parents that we just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.