My Worst Experience

Hello everyone, trust your day was good. This post is just 'one of those posts'. I asked a couple of friends for their worst experience and I got quite hilarious responses. Mine is not here tho...

Adeseun- My worst experience would be the day a random guy called me a bastard. It was in church. I came in and sat down, then I realised they had started sharing cards, so I went to get mine. When I got back, someone was already on my seat. I approached him with humility, "Chairman, Abeg na my seat be this" and he was like "what do you want me to do?". So, I just left him and sat behind him. He later wanted to explain, but I shunned him. Then immediately, he called me a bastard. I was mad, I wanted to beat him, I wanted to fight. But I told him something, 'We are in church and I will come back for you'. After church ended, I went to his room, I told him to come out so we could fight. His roommates hid him, then I realised he was even smaller than me in all ramifications.

Sophia- I would say my worst experience so far is trusting a guy 100% and not getting anything in return. I figured some people are bad, no matter how good you paint them or how nice you are. They are just extremely bad. So trusting them is dangerous to you.

Toyin- Well, there was this day armed robbers came to my house. That was like the most terrifying experience of my life. I was at gun point with them. Any mistake or move, they were ready to shoot and they were all looking scary. Its like my worst experience ever.

Well, I know we all have our own share of the bad experiences. Some are hilarious, others are just a testimony. Which experience do you think is the most scary or worse? Lol

Thank you so much for sparing time to read. And don't forget to leave a comment in the comment box below.

God bless you, have a blessed night.

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