“Arghhhhh, thank God it’s Friday”, I said, after waiting hours in a lecture hall for a lecturer who never showed up. I was partly glad because I got some free time but it was annoying that I wasted all that time waiting just because I was afraid of missing attendance.
At the end of the class, I decided to walk to my hostel which was only a few minutes away. I had enough time to think about how I was going to spend my weekend. Then I remembered my friend, Tola, at Ajayi Crowther University in Oyo town. Sometime in the week, she had mentioned that she had a weekend hangout in Ogbomosho. She planned a hangout with a couple of our old friends in Lautech.
It wasn’t a bad idea and I immediately came on board. It wasn’t like I had anything better to do that weekend and fifty-two kilometres wasn’t even that long. So I called my friends to tell them the good news.
“Guess who is coming to Ogbomosho?”
They were excited because the weekend seemed to be coming together very nicely. As I got to my hostel, I packed a few things and left. Guess who was in Ogbomosho in less than an hour? Me of course! No time
I met my friends, exchanged pleasantries, got dressed, and got ready to paint the town red. We had a swell time. Words cannot describe how much fun we had that night, and so we decided we didn’t have to end it just yet.
Saturday morning, we decided to go to the mall. Unfortunately, there was no mall in Ogbomosho. Since Ilorin was the nearest city with a mall we could chill in, we all decided to head there.
Two of our friends had cars. And yes, that was a big deal for undergraduates. Road trip, here we come! Time to go, nine of us split ourselves to fit into two cars, and to make it fun, we decided to place a bet on who would get to Ilorin first. That’s right, we turned it into a race, driving like maniacs and drawing attention.
Thankfully, the road was free so we could pull stunts and not get into trouble. We were high off the adrenaline rush. It was exciting. What a time to be alive!
The car I went with won the contest and so the other driver, Kennedy, got pissed and came up with excuses. He said his car was manual and that our car won because it was automatic with a better engine. So he decided to switch cars. Sadly, our driver, Tolu, wasn’t good at driving manual cars. Kennedy immediately sped off in Tolu’s car with me and my other friends inside, trying to get a headstart before the other driver came close.
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Somewhere along the line, we noticed we had lost them and decided to slow down, hoping they would catch on. We were worried because no one in their car was familiar with the city. We kept going in circles and making the same u-turns trying to find them. But we had lost them.
We decided to place a call through, to find out their location and to know if everything was fine. That was when we noticed some men in uniform approaching our car because they had noticed our activity and were suspicious. They came at us aggressively with guns, insisting we got out of the car.
They were obviously going to make an arrest when Kennedy decided today would not be the day we got arrested and sped off. This led to a police chase of course. He ran into traffic, slamming cars on the way. There was glass flying about, my heart was racing and I could swear my life flashed before my eyes.
The other girls in the car were crying and yelling, begging him to stop. And all I could think of was my mum. How would I explain the whole scenario if things went south?
Kennedy, on the other hand, didn’t stop until we got to the mall. We had lost the officers, but we were not taking chances. Immediately we got inside the mall, we walked in different directions, just in case the officers were still on our tail. We changed clothes by exchanging and wearing each other’s clothes inside out, putting on face caps and trying to go incognito.
Fortunately, the police were nowhere to be found. We were still suspicious though, so we saw every person dressed casually or in uniform as a threat. Just to be on the safe side, we decided to lay low for a while. And when our friends finally joined us, they confirmed that nobody was trailing us.
We settled down and started picking broken glass out of our shoes, hair and clothes. Thankfully, no one was hurt. But honestly, the whole episode felt like something out of NFS – Need for Speed, the video game. And for some weird, twisted reason, we were proud of ourselves.
The car was ruined, but we were still on our worst behaviour singing motherf*ckers never loved us. What a day!
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