The Beach Incident

Phewwww, I had a long day, the type you wouldn’t believe could happen to you. You just know you can’t be in such a situation, but hey, life happened, and I was there and in a crazy situation, to say the very least.

Thinking about how it all happened still gives me the chills. How do I convince my Mum that I am not a drugie? How do I convince my Mum that I didn’t go to the beach with a bag filled with drugs?

I sat on the Sofa in deep thought, reminiscing about the embarrassing incident that almost landed me in jail for no reason.

It all started with meeting Tracy on the bus. Tracy is a pretty girl and she smelled really nice. The smell of her cologne was familiar, it smelled like one I had used before but I wasn’t sure. I love to compliment people, I didn’t hesitate to compliment Tracy and she smiled, the type that got to her eyes. Just like her, I love to receive such compliments too. Being able to smell nice isn’t so easy, it takes a lot of intentionality and money.

Tracy and I made small talks and it turned out that we were going to the same beach. The look on our faces when we discovered it was priceless. We squealed in excitement as we waited patiently for the bus to arrive.

We got to the beach and made our way to one of the best spots. There we set our beach chairs and we were prepared to have a blast. I had a blast truly not until things went south though.

I watched Tracy surf; it was so nice to see her skillfully move with the waves, she did it effortlessly that you would think she was born for it.

After screaming and jumping in excitement as I cheered Tracy on, I picked up my novel and immersed myself in it. Broken is a Nigerian novel and my first Islamic book. I was so engrossed in the novel that I lost track of time.
I read and read this wonderful novel with every chapter blowing my mind. I didn’t know when it became dark. I waved Tracy goodbye absentmindedly as the book was too interesting to close.

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It got pretty late and I couldn’t see the words in the book anymore, so I decided to go home.
I packed my things and just when I was about to leave I saw Tracy’s backpack close to my chair. She had forgotten it because it was with my stuff. Not knowing what to do with the backpack given that I didn’t have Tracy’s number, I did what any sensible person would do which was to keep it with the beach officials pending when Tracy could come get it.

I wanted to get back home to my book. I explained the entire situation to the officer in charge and he insisted he checked the contents of the backpack. I immediately gave him to check and in a split second so many drugs fell from the backpack. The officer looked at me in astonishment, and I could see the rage building in his eyes.

I quickly explained the entire situation to him but all my explanations fell on deaf ears as he called on his superior, none of them believed I was not the owner of the backpack and the CCTV, did a fine job in making them doubt me the more.

The CCTV captured me and Tracy walking into the beach and me holding both my backpack and Tracy’s own.
They all believed I was the owner of the backpack while I was only helping Tracy as she had so much to carry.

We all continued to argue nonstop as I was accused of being a drug dealer when I had never taken such before. I haven’t even taken a full glass of alcohol now drugs?

In no time I was taken to the police station as the drugs in the backpack were too much to be swept under the carpet.
My parents were invited to the police station and it took a lot for not just the police to believe the backpack wasn’t mine but for my parents to believe too, especially my Mum.

I came back feeling so sad and exhausted. How can one’s life change immediately all because of one’s kindness? I pray I never get to experience this ordeal again.