Kidnapped For Ransom: My Personal Experience – Part 2

Kidnapping for ransom in Nigeria along Benin Agbor bypass. 

Personal story of being kidnapped.

While we were being marched into the forest against our will, I overheard the conversation between two of the gunmen, “This baby will disturb us. Let’s leave this woman and her baby.”

That was how my wife and our baby were abandoned on the lonely expressway while the gunmen took my nephew, his sister and I, hostage and led us into the forest.

The long walk to the Kidnappers den

The gunmen continued shooting sporadically into the air as they led us into the bush from the road. Either they were trying to ward-off any attempt by anybody to come rescue us or they were warning us not to try anything funny.

I felt physically helpless towards my family. But I couldn’t help thinking about my wife and our baby who have been abandoned on the treacherous expressway. So, I prayed under my breath, “Oh God, please give my wife the wisdom to know what to do…”

With the rest of us now in the bush, I knew we were in great danger. What I didn’t know was how things would play out.

“You have been kidnapped,” one of the gunmen volunteered again, “you will pay ransom before you will be released.” (Actually, ransom sounded like ‘ransop’ from the mouth of the gunman).

I laughed on the inside of me as I heard them talk about ransom repeatedly. But no specific amount for the ransom had been mentioned yet.

Roll it, roll it, action!

As we stood there watching the drama that was unfolding before our eyes, I began to wonder, “Is this real, or am I dreaming?”

At first, the experience didn’t feel real to me because everything was happening very fast like recorded scenes from a movie, except that this time around, I was involved in it.

Several thoughts ran through my mind. “You can’t be serious…,” I felt like saying to the gunmen. “My family and I are  mourning the loss of my brother and you are here talking about collecting ransom?”

I wished these gunmen were joking with their demand for ransom payment but they were not. So I spoke up:

“See, we don’t have money to pay you. As a matter of fact, we were on our way to the village for the burial of my brother who died recently. This two people you have here (pointing to my nephew and his sister) are students; it’s their father that died…”

Of course they wouldn’t take my explanation and they showed it with fierce anger:

“Shut up,” roared one of them who seemed to be most pissed off with my long story. “You will pay the ransom. It’s either you cooperate with us or you will be shot dead.”

He slapped me on the head multiple times in quick succession and commanded me to keep walking, pointing his gun at me.

And I obeyed…

I couldn’t fight back and I couldn’t run away either. The sight of several AK-47 gun wouldn’t allow me to. So, it became clear that we had become:

Captives of the mighty

I glanced around and noticed that we were completely surrounded by several AK-47 wielding young men. I couldn’t immediately ascertain their exact number but they were many and I knew they meant business.

They did not look sturdy and strong in their physical stature. But they were strong because of the guns they carried.

inventor of AK-47 guns
Source: Britannica.com

Their guns gave them might. That’s why I said we became captives of the mighty.

At that point, one phrase in the scripture came to my mind, “Even the captive of the mighty shall be delivered…”

Even the captive of the might shall be delivered

I began muttering those words in the next few minutes that followed, speaking in tongues alongside.

But thus says the LORD: “Even the captives of the mighty shall be taken away, And the prey of the terrible be delivered; For I will contend with him who contends with you, And I will save your children.

Isaiah 49:25, NKJV

Strangely, I had peace on the inside of me – despite the life-threatening chaos we found ourselves. And I felt sure that God would rescue me, yet I had no idea how He would do it. But this was not all about only me; my undergraduate nephew and niece were in the same ugly situation as I was. 

At a convenient moment, I managed to sneak up to them and whispered to each of them, “Be speaking in tongues under your breath,” as I was doing the same.

I looked at their faces, they appeared cool and calm. If they were afraid, they didn’t show it. And gratefully, these unscrupulous marauders did not manhandle them.

We were not the only captives of the mighty

Meanwhile, two more hostages were also taken by the bandits at the same highway operation where we were forcefully captured. I would later identify them as the driver and the passenger of the car driving ahead of me when the first rounds of gunshots were indiscriminately fired at us on the expressway.

The only passenger of that car who was dressed in black suit, white shirt and tie was kidnapped without his shoes on as well. But unlike me, he had his socks on.

“Can I remove my tie?,” asked the man.

“What’s my business with your tie?” one of the kidnappers replied. “You can remove it if you like. I’m not disturbed.”

I noticed that the lower part of the man’s left trouser leg was torn a little in a circular zigzag manner, with blood slightly dripping from around the edges. It soon became clear to me that the man had been hit by a bullet during the road attack.

“You,” one of the kidnappers faced the driver, “why were you reversing when we shot at your car? Don’t you know you ought to stop and surrender to us?”

The driver tried to explain that he wasn’t trying to escape. But that defense fell on deaf ears as some of the gunmen started hitting him mercilessly.

“See what you caused now? Your oga has been hit by bullet. If you had stopped the car immediately you saw us, this would not have happened.”

With five hostages now in their kitty, the gunmen began walking us deeper and deeper into the forest. Two of them led the way while the rest acted as our rear guard.

The second divine intervention

When we find ourselves in difficult situations, it doesn’t mean that God is not there. And if we look very well, we can often see His finger at work.

Even while in the midst of armed kidnappers, God did not fail to come through for us.

The first divine intervention happened on the expressway when we were attacked. It was the fact that my wife and our baby were not joined with us as victims of the gruesome kidnapping.

The second one is what I’m about to tell you.

The release of my relations

After about an hour of trekking into the forest from the expressway, one of the kidnappers spoke to me from behind, “Hey, you stopped there. What were you trying to say the other time?”

I turned to face him and the rest of them pointing their guns at me. “I was saying that we lost someone in my family and we were on our way to the village for the burial ceremony.”

“What is your relationship with this two?” he demanded to know, pointing to my nephew and his sister.

“They are my brother’s children and it’s their father that died…” I replied as fast but as clearly as I could.

I had barely finished talking before I was interrupted by one of them whom I would later conclude was their leader and spokesman. But I didn’t see his real face as it was hidden behind the bandits’ mask he wore, just like his other fellows.

“Now, you keep going,” he commanded me. But that was after he had made me hand him my cellphone. Up until then my phone was with me but I couldn’t put it to any meaningful use.

As I turned to move away, I overheard him speak to my two relations, “Start walking back. Find your way out of the forest.”

I wasn’t sure whether they were truly releasing the lads or were deceptively separating them from me to another treacherous location. It was until the following day before I realised that the former was the case.

With my relations out of the way, the kidnappers had only three hostages to concentrate on. And they continued marching us deeper into the forest.

Kidnapped for ransom. I slept in the forest against my will.
Photo from Pixels

Two of them led the way while the others followed us closely from behind. They kept shouting out various commands intermittently:

“Move it.”

“Don’t look back or we will use the gun to pluck out your eyes.”

“Don’t try anything funny or you are dead.”

We just followed their many orders as they issued them out, with their guns pointed at us as if they were ready to press the trigger at any moment.

I began praying silently: “God there shall be no loss of life here. These kidnappers, their hands shall not be able to perform evil enterprise against us.”

By this time, the other hostage that sustained bullet wound in his leg was already feeling the pain of the gunshot. He was trying his best to tag along but it would seem he wasn’t walking as fast as our captors would want.

“Hasten up,” they shouted at him. But he tried to explain that the pain in his leg was biting him hard.

“The bullet didn’t touch your bones,” one of the gunmen pointed out to him. “If it did, you would not be able to walk at all as you are you doing right now.”

One of the gunman thereafter cut some medicinal leaves from the bushes that surrounded us and squeezed out the juice in those leaves onto the surface of the wounds of the bullet-injured guy as a form of first-aid and to ward off flies too.

Apart from that there were other ways the kidnappers showed some traces of human kindness in them. As they led us further into the thick forest, the kidnappers used the cutlasses to cut through the shrubs that hindered our navigation.

At some point, one of them beckoned to us to halt our movement. Surprising he was watching out for our well-being.

“You see those leaves, ” he said, pointing towards some wild plant before us. “Don’t don’t let them touch any part of your body, else you will not be able to sleep tonight.”

So like a plaque, we avoided the dangerous plants, and headed towards a safer direction as pointed by the kidnappers.

From one part of the forest to another, through cultivated farm lands filled with cassava plants, to another forest, we trudged on until we arrived at their temporary camp.

Entering the kidnappers den

After about three hours of trekking in the forest, they finally led us to what would be our first makeshift camp. At first they cautiously stood us at the fringes of the camp while they let out some coded sound into the dark night.

They rolled their tongues, raised them to hit the upper palate as if they were animals calling out for their mates.  As they did this, I heard multiple responses in the same manner emanating from their unseen cohorts lurking in the dark behind the bushes.

Once they established that their interest was well-protected, they rushed us into the camp and commanded us to lie face-down. We promptly obeyed without knowing what to expect next.

Just then a separate gang of the kidnappers came out from their hiding place, pushing three other men towards us.  I would later find out that these three men had been kidnapped two days earlier, awaiting ransom payment from their respective families.

With six of us now lying facedown on the forest grasses, our captors began discussing amongst themselves in their Fulani language. But when it was time to speak to us again, they switched to pidgin English. (Their leader spoke better English than the rest of them).

I believe this meeting was the first ample time they had to corporately rummage our phones to find out any information of interest to them. I knew that because this was the first time they would ask me for the password to unlock my own cellphone.

For the next hour, six of us remained lying facedown, undisturbed, while their meeting continued. “We don’t want to hear your voices,” was their stern instruction.

They didn’t want us to talk to one another. So we too kept our cool and calm.

But our peace would soon be interrupted as the kidnappers began inviting each of us to a corner for profiling with a view to extracting additional vital information from us.

What followed next would turn out to be a gruesome profiling of all the hostages – including me.*

*Continued in Kidnapped for ransom: A personal experience – Part 3


ICYMI: Read also the first part of the story here: Kidnapped for Ransom: A personal experience – Part 1

17 thoughts on “Kidnapped For Ransom: My Personal Experience – Part 2

  1. Joshua Mmerem Nov 2, 2021 / 3:01 pm

    The lines sounds like one of the stories we read in the novels or watch on movies. Thank God for His mercies and grace that sew you through. Only a few do live to tell their experience. Welcome back my brother. May God help this generation!

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    • Victorscorner Nov 2, 2021 / 5:18 pm

      Amen, thank you Joshua. I felt the same way, like it was a movie playing out. Unfortunately, I was in the thick of the action. But I’m grateful to God for his mercies that saw me through. Thank you for reading and commenting.

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  2. OLUKEMI Oluwatoyin Oct 29, 2021 / 7:30 pm

    Jesus stops the storm
    Jesus stops the storm
    Jesus can do anything for me
    Luke 1:37

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  3. Linda Lee/Lady Quixote Oct 28, 2021 / 7:31 pm

    The deranged man was much taller, broader, and stronger than me. I knew I could not fight him and win. As he walked up the stairs, he held his hands straight out in front of him. He looked like he was going to strangle me. I kept praying in tongues, with my arms lifted toward heaven in an attitude of supplication and praise to God.

    Before the man reached the middle of the staircase, I saw something that looked like a pulsating energy field appear in the center of the staircase. I could see through it, and yet I could also see it. It was white like light. It reached from the top of the high ceiling, down to the stairs, and it stretched out very wide, from the wall on my left, across the staircase, over the banister, and all the way across to the main wall of the downstairs living room.

    When the man walked into this glowing, pulsating force field, he hit it very hard, as though he had walked into a wall. But he did not fall backwards. He flew straight up into the air, and then he was slammed down on the floor at the foot of the staircase.

    As he lay on his back, he shook all over very hard, as though he were having an epileptic seizure. He had never had a seizure before, to my knowledge. He shook so hard that all of the coins in his pockets were scattered to the far end of the long living room. After he stopped shaking, he sat up and asked: “What happened?” Then I was able to get him out of my house and get some help for him.

    I have never seen anything like this, at any other time in my life. My two oldest children saw it too, and they still remember it. I am nobody special at all. On the contrary, I am very unworthy of God’s grace and salvation. But the Lord did this for us, when all I did was pray in tongues in the face of danger. Praise God!

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    • Linda Lee/Lady Quixote Oct 28, 2021 / 7:37 pm

      I am sorry, I made an error in the first sentence of the third paragraph. It should say ‘When the man walked’ instead of ‘When the man who walked’.

      This is a true story, although it is difficult even for me to believe. Our God is so good!

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    • Victorscorner Oct 29, 2021 / 10:12 am

      What you saw was the manifest presence of God. It blocked the man from reaching you and your kids.

      Our God is really awesome. He is able to protect us from all kinds of danger.

      I rejoice with you over the deliverance.

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      • Linda Lee/Lady Quixote Oct 29, 2021 / 2:39 pm

        Really? You think that was the manifest presence of God? I am so unworthy. But God’s grace is truly amazing! Oh, how I am looking forward to being in heaven eternally with our Lord

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        • Victorscorner Oct 29, 2021 / 4:03 pm

          Yes, it was the manifest presence of God. Remember how the children of Israel experienced the pillar of cloud by day and the pillar of fire by night and these formed a barrier between them and their enemies? That was the same way God used His manifest presence to block off your attacker.

          Yours appeared in form of (as you put it) “a pulsating energy field appear in the center of the staircase…” Such a glorious sight it must have been!

          It was an act of grace from God for you to have been so protected and for you to have even seen it.

          None of us is worthy. It’s the blood of Jesus that has made us believers worthy to receive from God.

          Yes, it will be pure joy to be with the Lord in Heaveb. But there must be a reason we are still here on earth. Until we accomplish that purpose, God would rather have us here. Thanks for your beautiful testimony.

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  4. Linda Lee/Lady Quixote Oct 28, 2021 / 7:11 pm

    This miracle happened in 1981, when my children were 9 years old, 6 years old, and a newborn baby.

    I had recently taken in a homeless relative. I did not know that this relative was sometimes violent. I found this out one day when my 9 year old son and 6 year old daughter were getting ready for school. I was in a room at the top of the stairs in our tri-level house, changing my baby’s diaper, when I heard my relative on the lowest level of the house, shouting and threatening violence.

    I called down to my 9 year old son and 6 year old daughter and told them to come upstairs quickly. I wanted them with me while I put on my baby’s diaper. They quickly ran upstairs and joined me in the baby’s room.

    I had just finished putting on the baby’s diaper, when my relative began shouting “YOU ARE ALL GOING TO DIE! YOU ARE ALL GOING TO DIE!” He was climbing up the stairs toward us as he yelled this.

    I gave the baby to my oldest child and told the children to stay behind me. Then I walked out of the room toward the relative, who was still shouting that we were all going to die. My hope was to calm him down. But when I saw the look in his eyes, as he continued shouting that we were going to die, I knew I could not reason with him. So I stood at the top of the stairs, with my 3 children behind me, and I began to pray in tongues.

    I will tell you the rest of this story in another comment, so that the comment does not become too long to go through.

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    • Victorscorner Oct 29, 2021 / 10:08 am

      Wow. Wow. That was tough a situation you and the kids were in. I’m glad you survived it.

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  5. Linda Lee/Lady Quixote Oct 28, 2021 / 4:06 pm

    Reading your story made my heart pound. Praise God for His salvation! It is good that you pray in tongues. Many years ago, I experienced an amazing miracle when my children and I were in great danger and I prayed in tongues.

    I live in the United States. I look like an Irish woman with my green eyes, pale skin, and many freckles. However, I also have some Nigerian blood, from my paternal grandfather, whose mother was a black woman. My DNA was tested and I learned that the black people in my family descended from Nigerians. It is good to read your stories from my black ancestors’ country. I will pray for Nigeria.

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    • Victorscorner Oct 28, 2021 / 4:34 pm

      Thank you so much Linda for your contribution.

      Yes, I do speak in tongues and I thank God for the privilege He has given to us as believers to be able to do so.

      Do you have a post in respect of the miracles you talked about? If yes, you can share the link here so we can read and be encouraged as well.

      Thanks for the promise to pray for Nigeria. My ‘sister,’ we really need your prayers because life is not easy down here. Remain blessed.

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      • Linda Lee/Lady Quixote Oct 28, 2021 / 6:51 pm

        I am sorry, but I have not written a post about the miracle. I am praying for the Lord Jesus to give me courage and guidance on writing about these things.

        My blog is about healing from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, commonly known as PTSD. My husband is a war veteran and I grew up with much trauma and abuse. We have both been diagnosed with PTSD as a result of these traumas. My blog is mostly about our healing journey. Of course, for both of us, our greatest healing has come through our Christian faith.

        PTSD is considered a “mental illness” in our country. Because of this, I hesitate to write about the miracle I speak of, for fear that non-believers will dismiss me as “crazy.” I am praying, as I said, for the Lord to give me courage and wisdom in this regard.

        I will tell you about my miracle in a separate comment here. When my comments are too long, they often do not go through. This is why I will write it in a separate comment.

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        • Victorscorner Oct 29, 2021 / 10:02 am

          I’m sorry for all you had to go through. It is well with you and your dear husband. May the Lord perfect His healing work in your lives.

          It’s okay if you don’t yet feel like writing about the things you went through. What I would say is that you should not worry about what people will say or how they will see you, provided God is the One leading you.

          So when God starts leading you to share your story on your blog, please don’t hesitate. Remain blessed.

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