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My first encounter with a burgler
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I blinked as I regained consciousness. I had hit my head hard, or had someone hit me? Then I realised I was holding a bloody knife in my hand.
Now let me flash back a little. I am Chioma Eze, last child of four children( two boys and two girls) born to Mr. and Mrs Eze, a fresher at Ebonyi State University in Nigeria. I just came back home to Gwagwalada, Abuja, Nigeria after rounding up with my first semester examination to spend time with my parents and siblings. I was welcomed with so much love and my mom prepared a delicious ofe nsala (Nigerian white soup) with pounded yam, which I ate and almost bit off my fingers, and that was how the welcoming ceremony ended.
Now to the main story, there has been recent events of stealing by burglers and my parents had warned to be vigilant. So this beautiful Saturday afternoon, my parents had gone out for meeting and siblings had gone for their usual Saturday hang out, I was home alone glued to my cellphone when I heard a noise coming from the back door, I called out but no one answered, I locked my room door and dialed the emergency line, Then I carefully and vigilantly walked to the kitchen, I was about pick up a knife when someone grabbed me from behind trying to close my mouth, I struggled to loose from his grip, I was finally successful I grabbed the knife, trying to defend myself I stabbed him by the side of his stomach, he pushed me, I hit my head on the wall and fainted. When I regained consciousness, seeing the knife with blood in my hand, I remembered the burgler, I saw the trail of blood, I followed to see if he got away, then I found him lying on the floor close to the back door, still concious but weak, that was when the police arrived and took him away.
When my parents and siblings came back I told them the story and they thanked God for my life.
Through the confession of the burgler after his treatment the police was able to track down the other buglers and that was how my street was free from burglers
I blinked as I regained consciousness. I had hit my head hard, or had someone hit me? Then I realised I was holding a bloody knife in my hand.
Now let me flash back a little. I am Chioma Eze, last child of four children( two boys and two girls) born to Mr. and Mrs Eze, a fresher at Ebonyi State University in Nigeria. I just came back home to Gwagwalada, Abuja, Nigeria after rounding up with my first semester examination to spend time with my parents and siblings. I was welcomed with so much love and my mom prepared a delicious ofe nsala (Nigerian white soup) with pounded yam, which I ate and almost bit off my fingers, and that was how the welcoming ceremony ended.
Now to the main story, there has been recent events of stealing by burglers and my parents had warned to be vigilant. So this beautiful Saturday afternoon, my parents had gone out for meeting and siblings had gone for their usual Saturday hang out, I was home alone glued to my cellphone when I heard a noise coming from the back door, I called out but no one answered, I locked my room door and dialed the emergency line, Then I carefully and vigilantly walked to the kitchen, I was about pick up a knife when someone grabbed me from behind trying to close my mouth, I struggled to loose from his grip, I was finally successful I grabbed the knife, trying to defend myself I stabbed him by the side of his stomach, he pushed me, I hit my head on the wall and fainted. When I regained consciousness, seeing the knife with blood in my hand, I remembered the burgler, I saw the trail of blood, I followed to see if he got away, then I found him lying on the floor close to the back door, still concious but weak, that was when the police arrived and took him away.
When my parents and siblings came back I told them the story and they thanked God for my life.
Through the confession of the burgler after his treatment the police was able to track down the other buglers and that was how my street was free from burglers
