On Friday evening, I was at the train station on my way to a friend’s wedding at Sheffield. I was sitting “jeje-ly”, minding my own business, when one guy (probably from the eastern part of the world) beside me asked me if I was still around for the next 5 mins. I said yes and then he asked me to please watch over his bag cuz he wanted to go to the gents. I said yes automatically.
As soon as he left, an alarm went off in my head. "What if this guy has a bomb in his bag"? Men, I started to panic! I jumped off my seat and stood at a distance, still watching the bag. Then it occurred to me that if indeed there was a bomb in his bag and it went off, I will still be blown into pieces despite me standing at a distance. Men now I was really scared. I started to pray “Father, please don’t let there be a bomb in this man’s bag, please God I beg, I don’t want to die like this!!!”. It was not funny at all, I tell you! Thankfully the man came back from the gents and I scrammed. Funny enough he was on the same train with me.
Later on, I felt bad for suspecting the guy especially because he looked like them (y’all know who I am talking about). But men u can’t blame me now, this world has so turned into a scary place…Or what do you guys think?
