A young woman who was recently released after she was abducted in Makurdi, Benue state, has recounted her experience at the hands of her abductors.
NAIJ.com gathered from a post shared by a Facebook user identified as Maranatha Innocent, that she was recently abducted on her way to school, in Makurdi, Benue state.
According to her, she had boarded a commercial motorcycle and when the bikeman asked to stop to answer the call of nature, she was waylaid by kidnappers who had pretended to ask for directions.
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Here's what happened according to her:
"The 8th of March 2017 will forever remain a day to remember. So I went to the bank to withdraw some money since my mum needed it that evening and I wouldn't be back home until 5pm. Of course banks will be closed by then so I had to withdraw that morning. Like every other day, I left for school after I finished from the bank (cake school).
Funny enough I closed early that day. Left the bakery, couldn't get a bike, had to walk down the road before I saw an okada. Good afternoon, good afternoon. Behind midway inn (from makurdi club) how much??100 naira. Okay, and off we went. For those of us who are familiar with makurdi, after tito gate, savannah round about, katsina ala street and then still on Katsina Ala street, by the sharp bend heading to bank road, there`s Word Aflame and then where they dump refuse.
Na im this oga stop say im won urinate. Well of course I have taken bikes before and they have stopped to "urinate" and there after, our journey continues. So when this oga stopped, I didn't suspect anything fishy. I backed him while he was doing his business and I stood there "pressing phone". Next thing, a vehicle pulled over in front of me, three guys came down. One from the driver's seat, and two from the passenger's side. Those from the passenger's side walked up to me while the other came down and leaned by the door.
After we exchanged pleasantries, they asked for directions to"Tionsha". I turned to describe the place, and that's all I can remember.
Ghen! Ghen!! It was like I was sleeping and woke up in a certain room. My hands tied behind me, legs tied in front, my mouth was also tied. Three other ladies were there who were also tied, we all sat on the floor. The room was painted yellow, it had two doors. One for the toilet and the other led outside. There was a table and a chair, a wall clock, a ceiling fan and it was all rugged.
I have never been so scared in my life. You know the feeling of crying over and over again. Confessing your sins over and over and making several promises to God if only He will deliver me and help me leave there alive. The guys came in to keep watch over us wearing masks, they would sit and stare at us while we cry in our hearts since we couldn't cry out.
Well, that was on a Wednesday. We were there till Saturday without food or water. The only communication we had was if we wanted to go to toilet. You either nod or shake your head.
So on Saturday, at about past 4pm, a man walked in with something like a walking stick in a white agbada, bare feet and a turban tied around his head. I sat on the floor by the door, he walked past me and went to the lady at the end of the room. He placed the staff over her head. Nothing happened and then he gave her a dirty slap. He then placed it again and it made a sound of a welding machine. (When two metals are been weld together) My heart was pounding inside my chest, sweating like I have never sweated before.
The uncle placed it on the head of both the second and third ladies, and it made the same sound effortlessly. And then it was my turn. Still sweating and shaking like a leaf. He then placed it over my head, lo and behold, no sound, and then he gave me the most dirty slap I have ever received. He adjusted it and placed it over my head again. Still no sound. That was how he ordered that I should be taken out. They quickly blindfolded me, raised me and it was like I fell asleep again. And when I woke up, it was night already. I was bare feet, everything was gone. Looking homeless, scattered, shattered and battered, extremely weak.
So, I found myself in front of Loekka International Academy, staggered to the road, sat on the walk way trying to gather the remaining strength I had. Stopped several bikes but since I looked homeless, they just drove off immediately. I was able to stop one who kept looking at me while I tried to mutter my house address. Well, I got home safe, though extremely traumatized. After the horror movie that kept playing in front me.
Maranatha went ahead to share what she learnt from being a victim of kidnap. Here's what she said:
"This is my story. Lessons I Learnt From My Kidnap
1.) Know God for Yourself
I am glad I know . It is the best decision I have ever made. Not just to know God but know him personally. Who ever wrote those lines (...receive Jesus as your personal Lord and Saviour...) wrote them by the inspiration of the Holy Spirit because, personally, He's my Lord and He has saved me. I believe the prayers offered to God and my desires too were granted because I am related to God. (Where relationships are established, things are achieved easily).
Just like Hezekiah, I didn't just turn my face against the wall, I was already with the wall and presented my strong reasons. I put him into remembrance and praise God, He did it. When you serve God, He will service you. Service to God pays.
If you haven't met him or know him on a personal level, my dear it's not too late. Behold, now is the accepted time; behold now is the day of salvation.
See the rest of her touching post here:
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