The story of Emmanuel Balogun

It is best to be alone than to hang around with bad company, whoever coined this statement must have had their own bitter-share of associating with the wrong crowd… Experience is the best teacher Yo…

While growing up Mom kept drawing our eyes — don’t follow bad friend — your friends defines who you are… Follow friends that smokes and in no time you would be a smoker… And all other plenty talks we as young kids thought were noise to our ears.

We thought mom was just been too extra — having friends, especially popular kids in school was a good thing and you are a step high in the popularity ladder if you have friends like that… What then is this woman saying?

I had a friend back then in junior school, his phone was like the cinema hub for pornography. It wasn’t long before I became a porn addict — couldn’t stay a day without feeding my lustful eyes with porn.

How I overcame that is a story for another day…

But today, a story I saw on Facebook has inspired this post…

A 17 years old Emmanuel Balogun who had just gained admission into the university of Abuja… I have taken interest in this story because I also gained admission at 17 and I know all I had to overcome to get to where I am today.

Peer pressure is one hard temptation to overcome — it is like a dynamite wrapped in a candy foil..

You would be one tough one not to fall into the deep hands of bad friends.

On Emmanuel’s story, it was a normal Saturday and a time to hang out with friends outside the campus. He was from a wealthy family — a politician-dad and a business-woman-mum…

He sponsored their trip to a hotel in the heart of the city…took sole payment for every thing they ate and drank and their tanks got filled…

Emmanuel sure had a big heart but one thing he lacked was a swimming skill or he must have forgotten everything he was taught at swimming 101…

He couldn’t have jumped into the pool if he had admitted that he sucked at this…or not had listened to his friends who kept chanting ‘Olympic champ…Olympic champ.’

He could have walked away but he jumped in, bounced hard on the surface and the pool dragged him in…

The friends kept on cheering…Go on Emmanuel… Gold medalist never drown in a pool…the cheer was filled with mocking laughter… They knew better…Emmanuel cannot swim… But still they cheered him till he drowned to his death…

Or flip-story — they all acted they didn’t see him fighting the waves of the pool as the water pulled him down to the bottom…

Another flip, they all watch, without flinching as he drowned. Rich kids with no brain drown in pool…

What sort of friends are these?

Sheep in wolves clothing or even something worst — devil’s advocate.

Before he went to the bottom and rose out as a corpse, they had already carted away with his phones and wallet and went back to the campus and their lives…

They didn’t even care to report to the hotel management or the parents of the deceased, they all just went back to school and acted like nothing happened…

This just proves that our parents have always been right — bad company corrupts good manners and as this story has taught us that hanging with bad friends can lead to one’s untimely death…

Well the so-called friends are in the police custody now but Emmanuel Balogun is gone, creating a void in the heart of his parents and siblings..

Food for thought: Not everyone is your friend because they roll with you… Time and place must have brought you and them together…it would be hard to know if they are your friends at heart when the road is smooth but easier when the road is rocky…