A THURSDAY TO REMEMBER
It was my alarm ringing. I just made it stop crying. Oh! I
lazilly stood up for solat. I didn't know how but I made it to the
'Teslim'. "My eyes are heavy! I need sleep" I said to myself. I got back
on bed, slowly drifting to sleep. Here comes another loud ring. This
time it was my roommate's phone, she had a call then started pressing
her phone only to get broadcast messages about another robbery. Not
again! Sleep left me quickly, we were worried. Someone we know lives
there.
Being a punctual student, I prepared for school. I had a
practical by 8am. Coming out of the bathroom, my roomate told me a
protest had started at Gate. I didn't listen, I said "it wouldn't stop
the practical from holding." In a jiffy, I was already at Gate, I saw
numerous students. Somehow, I was the last passenger in an hurriedly
leaving cab. We drove into school only to realise that the dessert was
more fun than the unusual silence in school. I saw a group of girls;
they should probably be from the school hostel taking early morning
selfies. OMG! I should have listened to my roommate. I soberly walked
from school back to gate. I met people I know at Gate. We talked about
the protest.
Idleness sets in. We jumped at the news of a thief being
apprehended at Gate.we decided to see what was going on. We even had few
friends with us too. It was shocking! I had never seen FUNAABITES so
angry. I mean you should have been there, students were ready to give it
what it takes. Despite his beaten state, he looked stubborn. His eyes
were speaking. I'd rather look at the mother's eyes. Her eyes said it
all. It was full of plea. Oh mother! Save me too was all I could think
of while numerous messages reached us about the policemen having a
circus show at camp.
It seemed unbelievable! It snowed teargas and thundered gun
shots to scare students away. They cannot contain the anger of the
students. I am devastated. We heard several things. At a point, I
couldn't even comprehend the situation . I was concerned , network seems
to be playing pranks as the phone number of my dear ones were
unreachable. Me being fed up, I walked back to my hostel after the thief
was safely in police custody. Students were not satisfied by the
verdict.
Later on, I received news about the situation of one
student that was shot and also the burning of vehicles and destruction
of properties. Oga o! In FUNAAB? I even heard policemen arresting
students anyhow.
I heard, my ears were full. Same words echoing in different
frequencies. As much as I heard. I could hear the voices of brave
funaab students, I could hear the lament of the helpless ones, the cries
of the victims, the cracking noise of the blazing fire, foot steps of
the observers like myself. I could hear truth for the first time as a FUNAABITE. WE WANT A RESTORED FUNAAB
*Animashaun, S.D*
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