I’d seen guns severally on different occasions but with the authorized people. This time, it was an armed robbery attack in my house that left me traumatized for a while. I suffered Post Traumatic Stress Disorder from the incidence but its a lot better now.
Waking up as usual to pee, I heard the sound of a hen downstairs in the compound, it wasn’t just crowing, I think it was screaming for help. My usual reaction, I peeped just to see if it was being attacked by the others, but, alas, I saw a masked man trying to catch and silence it. That was the beginning of an eventful night and years of trauma.
With my sleepy eyes I knew that sight was unusual, so I ran to my dads room just beside mine to tell him “daddy, someone is in the compound, maybe one of the vigilantes, but I think he’s trying to steal a chicken” (funny yeah, well that’s what it seemed like). He was confused too but the thought of having someone in the compound at past 3am was the issue.
We both activated vigilante mode and ran downstairs to look through the windows to see clearly what was going on. Shockingly, we realised they were three of them, armed with shot guns, roaming the compound trying to find an opening to enable then into the house. As soon as we saw this, we woke everyone else and started calling the estate security men and the estate executives via phone.
Unfortunately, these supposed rescue team didn’t come on time as the armed robbers got in anyway. While raising attention of neighbors by banging on the doors, constant calls to the securities and flashing our torch, the robbers were finding all means to get in. The last attempt was what prompted my dad to voluntary open the door for them, when he saw that they had gone to carry our gas cylinder, and placed it on a stool by the window. Rather than wait for them to carry out their devilish thought, he opened the door for them.
It was my worst night; for the first time a gun was pointed directly to me, I was scared for me, my siblings and my parents. I still don’t remember where the initiative and energy to hide some of my gadgets came but I did before they got upstairs. They took some of our phones, money, and jewelry and left after scaring everyone with their guns of course.
Hold on, the security men finally showed up after the operation😅, yeah. However, they managed to exchange bullets with one of the armed robbers and shot his hand but they eventually escaped. Long story short, this lasted for about an hour, we fought hoping they won’t get in but it turned out we let them in.
Typical African community, everyone came out in the morning to sympathize, we appreciated but wished we got help at the time instead. As good citizens we also thought to report to the police station, good yeah, until they asked that we pay to write our statement….. I was short of words and just concluded that in this country, we have lost it…
To calm the situation, daddy went out to get us new phones and some pack of yoghurts to feel good😅😅😅. It did the work until it was time to sleep again and reality dawned on us that we were going to have days, weeks, months and maybe years for me, of completely sleepless nights and eventually occasional traumatic nights.
After different forms of therapies, I’d say things are better now, and I look forward to having peaceful nights in future…