At Crackko, we’re all about digging up the craziest stories, and today, we have Kelechi, a 25-year-old graphic designer from Lagos, who’s here to share his most jaw-dropping experience.
Trust us, this one’s wild.

Crackko: Alright, Kelechi, hit us with it—what’s the story that still keeps you up at night?
Kelechi: (Laughs) Ehn, where do I even start? Okay, so, last year, I got a group chat invite from my friend Tunde, and the group name was “Friday Night Shutdown.” You already know it had Lagos energy written all over it.
Crackko: What was the vibe like in the chat?
Kelechi: Vibes and Insha’Allah, honestly. Someone dropped a message like, “This is THE party of the year, if you miss it, don’t talk to me again.” I thought, “Ah, this is not the kind of thing I want to hear about on Monday morning at work.” The hype was mad. Even people on Twitter were talking about it.
Crackko: Okay, but did you ever think it sounded too good to be true?
Kelechi: Ah, I did oh! I asked for details, but they were so vague. All they kept saying was, “It’s exclusive,” “You’ll get the address later,” and “Dress to kill.” Normally, I should’ve known something was fishy, but my curiosity didn’t let me rest.
Crackko: So, you decided to go all in?
Kelechi: Of course! I wasn’t about to be the guy scrolling IG stories and seeing everyone else having fun. By 8 PM, I was already dressed like I was going for a music video shoot. My friend even lent me his designer perfume—the one that smells like “money.”
Crackko: And then the address dropped, right?
Kelechi: Yes oh! At exactly 9 PM, someone sent “Warehouse 17, Ikeja Industrial Estate.” My first thought was, “Warehouse? Abi is this a secret rave?” But the hype in the chat was still going strong. People were saying things like, “If you’re not coming, stay in your lane.” Me, I wanted to stay in the fast lane.
Crackko: When did things start getting suspicious?
Kelechi: Immediately I arrived. The place was dark—no lights, no music, just one old security man sitting outside looking like he hadn’t smiled in ten years. I asked him, “Oga, is there a party here?” He just looked at me and said, “Party? Where?”
Crackko: Wait, what?
Kelechi: Exactly! I checked the group chat, and my heart dropped. It was gone. As in, the whole chat disappeared. I couldn’t even find Tunde’s number. It was like they planned the ultimate prank and I was the scapegoat.
Crackko: That’s insane. So, what did you do?
Kelechi: I was about to go home and sulk when three other people showed up. They were dressed to the nines too, and we all just stood there looking at each other like, “E be like say dem don use us play.”
Crackko: What happened next?
Kelechi: We decided to make the best of it. One guy suggested we grab suya, and before we knew it, we were laughing about how we all fell for the same thing. It ended up being one of the best nights I’ve had, surprisingly.
Crackko: Any final thoughts?
Kelechi: Honestly, this was the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to me, but at least I have a funny story to tell now. And if Tunde is reading this… just know your karma is loading.
If you’ve ever fallen for something this ridiculous—or if you just think Kelechi deserves a hug—share this story. Don’t gatekeep the drama.
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