This is what I do for a living and I do it perfectly well 💯…. Always active 💡🔥
If this crossess your timeline please repost for me your child will not die 🙏🏾❤️💡
What I went through last year was enough to make someone lose their mind. I was transferred from one bandit group to another, and each group extorted money from my family. I experienced modern-day slavery in the hands of bandits. 😭💔
The pain, fear, hunger, and uncertainty were overwhelming, but God kept me alive through it all. Today, I'm forever grateful to the Lord for preserving my life and to my mum, who never gave up on me despite everything. 🙏🏽❤️🥹
Some scars never fade, but I'm thankful to still be here telling my story. 🕊️🙏🏽
Please, I beg you in the name of God, make nobody k!dnapp you for this rainy season 😭💔🙏🏽
No joke at all, this period no safe. Stay alert, stay careful, and may God protect everyone moving around. 🤲🏽💔
Everyone needs to go through this guy’s page and see what an average Nigerian suffers just for trying to survive under the already harsh realities we find ourselves in.
🚨 Manchester United and Atalanta have now completed all documents for €45m package deal for Éderson.
All done and player set to sign later on this summer but all agreed with Éderson since May.
First signing: 100% confirmed. ✅🇧🇷
One more thing.
Until I ask for your account details … Please ensure you don’t spam my comments with account numbers here and there.
Once that is done… I will dissapear from your page.
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Nothing… absolutely nothing.
Even the person I was working with didn’t reach out to me. 💔 The last time I heard from her was the day the bandits called her through bc.
She was part of what led to the huge ransom demand. They made me call her with my own phone. She spoke with them, and the bandits demanded ₦100 million for me and ₦50 million for the driver — a total of ₦150 million.
She told them to send account details, saying there would be no negotiation. But they insisted they don’t accept transfer, only cash.
She then said she would try to raise the money within two to three days.
On the third day, they gave me a phone to call her again via video call. She picked up and saw how I was being beaten and tortured, alongside the driver. She begged and said she would get back to them the next day.
But after that call, she blocked my number completely. That was the last time I ever spoke to her.
After I eventually escaped, she never reached out to me. I was later told she eventually gave ₦2 million, and the driver’s family also received ₦2 million. (May the soul of Mr. Kazeem rest in peace. 🕊️💔)
It still hurts deeply… because in moments like that, you realize who truly stands with you—and who doesn’t.
As a survivor of kidnapping and banditry, one of the things that still breaks my heart is remembering how we survived in captivity.
From the very first day I was kidnapped alongside 10 other victims, we were forced to trek deep into the forest to their hideout. Along the way, we survived on stolen yams and maize taken from people's farms. The bandits would order us to dig up yams and harvest maize before they cook it on open fire for us to eat.
When we finally reached their camp, some of the bandits brought raw rice. They cooked it without seasoning, without cooking oil just plain, stony white rice. They would pour it onto a nylon bag for us to eat. Before you could even take two handfuls, the food was gone.
Omo, I suffered. I cried bitterly.
After 22 days, I was transferred to another group. There, the food changed, but not for the better. We were fed ground guinea corn prepared by their errand boy. Sometimes they added a little salt, sometimes nothing else.
Most days, we ate only once or twice. Water was even worse. Several of us had to share just one litre of water. The only time we drank enough was during long treks whenever they moved us from one location to another.
The hunger, thirst, exhaustion, and uncertainty were unbearable. Looking back today, I still don't know how I survived it all.
I am forever grateful to God and to my mother, whose sacrifices brought me back home alive. 💔😭🙏🏽