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Tragedies Like AstroworldFest Is the Reason I Vowed to Never Club Again

On a small scale, I can relate to what these people are going through. I was fortunate enough to escape unharmed

By Tamika Morrison OkelekePublished 3 years ago 4 min read
Tragedies Like AstroworldFest Is the Reason I Vowed to Never Club Again
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It was an “us against the world” kind of Saturday night. My best friend and I made a quick weekend trip to Atlanta from Charlotte, only about 3.5 hours of driving. Anytime me or my girls headed towards 85 South, a good time was sure to be had. Unfortunately, this would be the night that I vowed never to club again.

By now everyone has heard or read about the tragedy that occurred last weekend at Travis Scott’s “Astroworld” in Houston. My thoughts and prayers are with the victims and the organizers of this event. It’s devastating what has happened.

I’m still trying to wrap my head around understanding the unfolding of events as they happened. With many conflicting reports, it’s devastating to know that people lost their lives at what was supposed to be an outing to have fun.

By looking at the swarming crowd, I’m shocked so many people were allowed to convene together, simply out of respect for COVID. And by looking at the crowd and knowing what happened, I’m surprised there aren’t more casualties. It’s easy for a small crowd to react in pandemonium and cause deaths if not serious injury let alone a crowd as massive as this.

I grew up in an era where club shootings were common, especially the ones that featured rap artists as special guest performances. I had trained myself to use that as a measure of where and where not to go. We embarked outside the city of Atlanta to experience nightlife in one of the suburbs, I was at ease feeling good as hell knowing my Bestie and I were on track to create more memories.

We met up with her older brother in the parking lot of the club that had a line for patrons waiting to get inside, but it didn’t cause alarm. The line was steadily moving. We were inside the club after about a 10-minute wait. The place was packed to be such a small club, but again, no worries. Her brother headed to the bar to get us a round of drinks. The sounds playing from the loudspeakers immediately captivated our spirits, and we were in our groove.

After about an hour of dancing, talking and drinking, being an empath, I began to sense danger. Nothing around me indicated we were in danger, nevertheless, I could feel it in the atmosphere. My mood shifted and I went from feeling calm and carefree to being cautious and irritable.

As an empath, you have a sixth sense to pick up on the energy of the environment you’re in. When you’re unaware of this tendency, like I used to be, I would misinterpret this energy to be Mine. I now understand I have a superpower to check the “temperature” of a room accurately.

My Bestie noticed a shift in my mood, but she was somewhat used to my mood switches. She felt like I was ready to leave, and I was. “You good?”, she said. Weakly, I answered, “Yeah…I’m good.” I began looking around uncomfortably and proceeded to get up from where we were sitting. I didn’t feel comfortable sitting anymore. I felt like we should stand. Really, I felt like we should leave, but I doubted myself and questioned my intuition.

My creative mind began to wander and began imagining the club was filled with humanoid evil energies like lust, jealousy, envy, drunkenness — darkness and that’s when it happened. Someone shouted and then the packed club turned into a panic-stricken crowd where everyone started bailing towards the only exit, which was also the entry. Insert facepalm.

There was pushing, shoving, screaming, expletives. Bestie and I held onto each other’s hands for dear life. I was leading the way to get out. Praying the whole time as I felt the hunger of death all around. The floor beneath was slippery — enticing the heels I was wearing to wobble. I visualized the gross outcome if I fell. I closed my eyes and forced my way through the panic and the pushing. It was not too long before I felt the fresh air. I opened my eyes, thankfully, we were outside again.

It was chaotic outside too but at least we escaped the death trap of a panicking crowd vying to all exit at one time. I overheard someone say there was a fight inside. Then another said, someone brandished a gun. I was relieved we got out safe.

I looked at my best friend and vowed, “I’m never going to a club again.” Stunned by the turn of events she echoed my sentiment, “Girl! That was crazy!”

She dialed her brother’s cell to check his whereabouts. He’d paid for our drinks and went mingling. He was already outside, waiting by his car. It’d been hit by a vehicle fleeing the parking lot. A hit-and-run but at least we were safe. A week later, a similar situation happened in NYC but those patrons were not as lucky, there were casualties.

On a small scale, I can relate to what these people are going through. I was fortunate enough to escape unharmed and mostly, everyone in that club except for my best friend’s brother who had to figure out his car situation but at least he was alive.


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Tamika Morrison Okeleke

Writer, PR Evolution Coach and Founder, Wordsmith, Soul-healer. I use words to inspire, connect, & make a difference. Follow me @1stLadyofPR.

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