MY ESCAPE!
So, on this fateful day, the 8th of December 2020,
I had just relocated to Ibadan from Lagos and stayed in Akobo, Ibadan.
I woke up this morning with the desire to see my younger sister. She is a student of the University of Ibadan and works at Joke Plaza, Bodija.
My phone was dead, and I couldn't inform anyone of where I was going or my whereabouts. So I got dressed, left the house, got to the junction of my house, and waited a long time for a bike, but I couldn't get any after a while. I decided to take a cab.
A little less than a minute later, I saw a "Micra cab" called Bodija. I waved to stop it, and it did. I entered, and I was the second person in the back seat, with another woman with me. After we moved a little, we had another passenger join us. We became three in the back seat.
The cab was at its maximum capacity; we were ready to move. We got to the general gas bridge, and that was the last thing I remembered until I woke up later and found myself almost naked with just my shorts and singlet on me.
I was shocked to find myself somewhere I didn't know. I could untie myself, and I saw blood on the ground when I looked around. In front of me, the woman and the man who had been in the back seat with me appeared to have been killed.
I was scared to death; I tried walking around to see where I was, and boom, I saw human parts stacked across the hut (privates, legs, hands); after seeing this, I almost peed on my body. I didn't see any other people, so I decided to find a way out of the place; as
I was tiptoeing around, I started hearing a conversation outside. It was in Yoruba.
Please allow me an attempt at a translation: "Return that boy; we can't use him at all; I don't know how you guys were able to bring him here;
there is a lot of damage he will cause if he stays here longer," but Baba, "he fits the description perfectly; the other two people dead are just collateral damage, what can we do with this?" Baba:
The Baba was hesitant to return me to wherever they picked me up. They brought the suggestion,"Can we erase his memory?"Maybe we should just waste him. "He told them he was begging them if they didn't want everything they had worked for to no avail, they should return me in peace
I must be whole, and he told them that if I woke up before they returned, there was nothing he could do to make me sleep again because initially, I shouldn't have slept off.
They later agreed to return, but they were finalizing some arrangements.
I tipped around until I saw an opening where I could run into the bush, and I did. I saw the Micra driver and the other man in front, but they did not see me. The door was behind them, and they did not know I had escaped.
So I started running into the bush;it's not like I knew where I was going,but I just wanted to run as fast as possible away from the place.I got to an untarred road; I tried waiting for a while,but I couldn't see any buses, cabs, or bikes;I was praying in tongues under my breath.
After a time, I kept running until I got to another road, but this was tarred. A few minutes after I got there, I saw a rickety jalopy bike approaching me from afar. I waved, and I stopped the motorcycle. The man was old.
He asked what I was doing there alone. I narrated my experience. He was like, "Omo mi," people don't enter this bush once kidnapped and come out alive. Thank God!
He asked where I was going, and I told him Bodija. He said he did not know the place. He later asked which state I was talking about. I told him I was from Ibadan, Oyo state, when I discovered I had been taken far away from home. I am in Ogun State.
He volunteered to take me to Ibadan Park, which he did; he paid my fare and got me bottled water because I was sincerely thirsty.
Before leaving, he waited for the bus to begin moving. I even forgot to ask for his name and contact information. This is the way I was saved from the ritualist.
I got back to Ibadan around 2:30pm, and everything I narrated happened within 6 hours.
I am grateful for the saving work of Jesus Christ. It felt like a dream, so unreal. I started to think before then that I don't believe in ritualist stories, but I am a survivor.
It took a while for me to get over the trauma of seeing dead bodies and the whole experience.
This is my story.
Thank you for reading.
No comments:
Post a Comment