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Experience is the Best Teacher

Experience they say is the best teacher, and I believe this phrase holds as long as one still lives on Earth. There are several occasions people are warned against some issues, but they take them for granted. I happen to have been a victim of carelessness and negligent to the pieces of advice given by elders and friends in the name of autonomous thinking. At one point when my age hit above twenty, I thought I was already on top of the world completely oblivious of what was in waiting. Transition to university from high school amongst youth is always characterized by a lot of activities especially along the social interaction. The young people are always restless, and they bring in new blood to the partying life by only throwing caution on air. Few persons are able to survive this phase of life, and I was not exceptional. Music and Cinema happen to provide the best avenue of meeting peers, and I happened to have liked it so much that I gave little attention to the many warning by parents and other concerned relatives. I can confess that December holiday is one of the lively festive seasons’ on the earth, but it comes with the highest risk of losing life through diverse means.

My case coincided with an important family event just the following day. I joined my friends to Beach party in the evening as they promised to grace my Birthday party the following day which its plans had already been running, and all that remained was invitation. There had been a warning by security agencies about increasing incidences of crime along the beach hence specified regions set out of bound. The vibrant nature of young people in high spirit of a party cares less about any such warning and would likely fall prey to the set penalties. It was unfortunate that as we left, we did not bother listening to the latest news updates which emphasized on possible round up of perpetrators in the beach part and, so we left. The attempt to avoid the human traffic and slow entry through the main gate, we thought we were tricky by suggesting to use an alternative entrance which had been earmarked by security agencies as the leeway to a beach party crimes.

Although one of my friends appealed against such a decision, the majority rule overwhelmed him, and the spirit of peers made a decision that we were to pursue the course. Little did we know that the preferred short-cut was a death trap, and it would not take long before we came face to face with the assigned security agents who were armed to the teeth.I was at the forefront and when the police shouted at as with threat of shooting to kill if dared running. Despite our plea for mercy and loud confession that we were not aware of the aforesaid by-law, they kept cocking the guns assuming we were thugs.

It was by the grace of God that we escaped shooting by a whisker but ended up in a holding cell the whole night awaiting arraignment to court for loitering. At this point, I realized that I had lost the Earth and the sky since the beach party mission was miserably brought to an end. Worse of all, my birthday was spent in a pathetic holding cell cubicle the entire day. It would not be uncommon to find some people feeling disappointed at such experience, but the bottom line is that it serves as perfect lesson of consistent care when undertaking any mission.