Hello everyone!
In my part of the world, especially in my city, most eateries and lounges do not employ standard security personnel to guard and secure the premises. Instead, they hire what we commonly refer to as BOUNCERS—big, able-bodied men assigned to maintain security. These individuals dress in a sophisticated manner, typically wearing a tightly fitted black shirt that highlights their muscular build. At first glance, they appear intimidating. Their trousers resemble those of soldiers, featuring multiple pockets and hooks meant for carrying weapons, but in reality, these men usually have none. All they typically hold is a cigarette and a stick.
Why am I analyzing all this? Read on.
Sometime last year, I had a date with a female friend who had repeatedly suggested that we hang out. I had always declined her requests because I did not want to spend a significant amount on something I knew would not lead anywhere meaningful. However, on a particular Thursday, I finally agreed to go on a date with her. I insisted that we meet at a lounge close to my house—one that had no armed security, only BOUNCERS standing at the entrance as gatekeepers.
We entered the lounge, an open space with flashing blue and red lights, while loud music filled the air. We found a place to sit, and as she settled down, I excused myself to get drinks. Just as I reached the drink stand, I suddenly heard shouts that were even louder than the music. Within seconds, people started running helter-skelter throughout the spacious venue. I did not need anyone to explain that trouble had started, in fact the bar man ran off before my eyes. I took off towards the far end of the space. When I looked back at the table where my date had been sitting, she was no longer there, I knew she had run off too. Crazy! 😅
I considered running towards the entrance to escape, but the doorway was narrow, and no one was even heading in that direction—meaning that something terrible was happening outside the building.
Thankfully, after about ten minutes of hiding in the darkness, everything gradually returned to normal. By that time, the lights and music had been turned off, and only distant shouts could be heard from outside. I tried calling the girl to check where she was hiding, but she did not pick up. She was too scared to bring out her phone, fearing that the glow from the screen might attract unwanted attention.
When we eventually stepped outside to find out what had happened, we learned that some cultists had arrived, looking for a specific person. They had caught their target just outside the gate and had started beating him. This commotion had caused panic inside, leading everyone—including the BOUNCERS—to flee while screaming.
According to eyewitnesses outside, the cultists had arrived in groups, all dressed in black and heavily armed with battle axes and cutlasses.
That incident completely ruined our plans for the evening. However, in a way, I was fortunate—it also saved my pocket because we did not continue our date, and I had not yet bought anything before the atmosphere turned chaotic.
Thanks for reading.
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