A NIGHT TO REMEMBER: A TALE OF SURVIVAL

In 1995, during my O-Level exams, my friends and I decided to escape the monotony of studying and head into town one Friday night. The city was alive, pulsating with energy, and we were eager to immerse ourselves in the excitement. Our destination was Ashawo Lane, a notorious red-light district. 

To prepare for the night ahead, we visited a local pub and consumed substances to keep us alert and energized. Armed with cash, we ventured into the heart of darkness. As we were lost in the moment, the tranquility of the night was shattered by a commotion. Gunshots rang out, sending a wave of panic through the crowd. 

I discreetly retreated from the room, only to find myself face-to-face with one of the assailants. Unbeknownst to me, the woman I had been with was involved in a dangerous game of revenge, and I had inadvertently become a target. The gang, intent on capturing her, had orders to eliminate anyone who interfered.

Fear propelled me into a desperate flight, my friends by my side. As the gunfire intensified, tragedy struck. Two of my companions fell victim to the ruthless pursuit. The weight of their loss was overwhelming, and I was left to grapple with the horrors of that fateful night. 

I managed to escape the clutches of the gang and sought refuge on campus. The shock and grief were palpable as I recounted the harrowing ordeal to the security personnel and students. To protect myself from further scrutiny, I withheld certain details from the police investigation. 

The memory of that night continues to haunt me, a stark reminder of the dangers that lurk in the shadows.