I went to Burna Boy’s concert with my friends, and from the opening song, the vibes were immaculate. The music had everybody singing like rent was due the next morning. I was living my best life.
Somewhere in the middle of all that enjoyment, reality tapped me on the shoulder.
I turned around and couldn’t find my friends.
No big deal, I thought. I’d just call them.
That’s when my phone died and I didn’t have a power bank with me.
Suddenly, the concert didn’t feel so fun anymore. I was alone in a sea of people. At some point, I genuinely started considering spending the night in an abandoned keke I spotted near the venue. That was my backup plan.
Just when I was mentally arranging my keke bed, my friends appeared like a miracle. We reunited, laughed like nothing almost went wrong, and stayed till the end of the concert.
Would I do it again? Hell yeah!
The concert was so worth it.
