Well, have you?

Have you ever been locked outside?

I’m not talking about the deep emotional and mental lockout where you have to imagine you have a therapist and stuff.

I mean physically locked out of your abode in the dead of the night.

Imagine being locked out with the wrong keys in your hands, phones with batteries running low and absolutely no hope of getting inside unless you call your roommate, imagine calling your roommate only to find out that he/she went out too and doesn’t plan to come back anytime soon so you have to stand outside with all the mosquitoes and every panaroid thoughts that comes to head. Then imagine this happening on a night when you were just happy hours ago after watching a movie as lit as black panther.

Brethren, this is my story.

Exactly one week ago, when this whole issue NASU of the University of Lagos put us through was still fresh, a lot of us had sought solace outside the walls of the universities and I definitely was not left out as I had moved in temporarily to an apartment off campus.

After slaying to the cinemas for my black representation movement, I had come back to meet the gates locked, I had, after a few minutes of trying to open the gate, realized that I had the wrong keys. Forget that I can be dramatic and all but a part of me was already bidding the world goodbye because it seemed like the world was going to end.

I had the option of ordering a cab to come and get me and drop me in school with all the heat but that required me walking quite a distance because cabs couldn’t ply certain routes in the area. I wasn’t willing to walk that walk because I had already played dead to some of the street whistlers who were shouting ‘eyyys, fine girl; sister, no be you we dey follow talk’. Walking back would be walking right into them and that wasn’t something I was willing to do.

So I did the most cliche thing, I stayed outside and thought of the times I had a roof over my head and I began to thank God in tears while praying at the same time that He let this cup pass over me.

All I had in my head was “who sent me to watch black panther today? All the people that acted in the movie were probably in the comfort of their beds or moving around with their bodyguards and there I was unarmed and unguarded with a chance of getting robbed”.

It wasn’t funny.

Minutes passed by slowly and I was slowly caving into my misfortunes when I heard my neighbor ask “who is there?” Apparently he had come to switch off his gen when he saw my figure outside. Neither he nor his wife could recognize me from their balcony because they were way up on the last floor and I was down with makeup and wig. For the first time, I appreciated nosy neighbors and didn’t mind that they asked questions that did not concern them, all my joy was in the fact that I was going to get into the compound.

The joy I felt when I saw my bed and jumped right into it was unspeakable. Even as I type this, I’m still shaking from the effect of having to die because I was locked outside.

Have you ever been locked outside?

How did you react to it?

How did you feel right after being let in?


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  1. osas February 22, 2018 at 9:42 pm

    Guy!! Mad is understated

  2. osas February 22, 2018 at 9:42 pm

    Your house would have been my abode that night

  3. Blessing smith February 22, 2018 at 9:53 pm

    Lmao! You still had your wig on! I would have removed the thing with all the anger and frustration

    1. tiwalade April 2, 2018 at 10:44 pm

      You still had your wig on and makeup intact, my sister your situation never reach o. lol i\’m just grateful for your luck and the lesson on being Thankful.

  4. Debby February 23, 2018 at 6:10 am

    Lol, I remember when I was locked out at home, my mom thought I\’ll be back from school late, I had to sit in front of the gate for a while and there were two men smoking outside, bruhhh it wasn\’t funny, I was just pleading \”Blood of Jesus\” anyhow. See me praying that they should not come and kidnap me

  5. osas February 23, 2018 at 6:47 am

    Thank you❤️

  6. Lope February 23, 2018 at 8:32 am

    I remember one time I went out with some friends and I came back to the hostel, and hostel gate was locked,I could not go back to where I was coming from and I could not go in to my bed, I literally regretted why I bailed in on my bed and in seconds I forgot the fun I had. I remember giving the hall warden a thousand naira that can be used to buy chicken and chips just to go back to my bed after like one hour of begging. It is not kuku his fault, sebi its me that want to have fun.
    The next day, I was planning to go out again. After all, my bed cannot give me fun.

  7. osas February 23, 2018 at 9:02 am

    Thanks love

  8. Lope February 23, 2018 at 10:51 am


  9. Edwin February 23, 2018 at 1:43 pm

    Sometime last month, I went back to my hole in Ikorodu after visiting my parents to get fat, only to discover that my neighbours had changed the padlock, to worsen matters, the had travelled to their hometown in Benin. As a no dulling person, I jumped the fence, cut the padlock and did my own share of changing padlocks.

  10. Edwin February 23, 2018 at 1:59 pm

    I can\’t come and sleep outside na

  11. XeusTheGreat February 23, 2018 at 2:35 pm

    Beautiful story. The only pain I felt while being locked outside my sisters apartment in chemist,Bariga was because of the mosquitoes that had their B.Sc in Unilag and then went to Harvard for Masters. That day taught me how little minute things could destroy your Life in seconds. Lol it wasn\’t funny mehn

  12. osas February 24, 2018 at 7:20 am

    Lol thanks babe❤️


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