When Emmanuela, 13, a JSS student of Shadoff Secondary School Igbogbo, set out on that fateful day for her usual Thursday fellowship and faith clinic service at a church, little did she know that it was going to be the most horrifying experience of her life as a teenager
But
by divine intervention, Emmanuela returned to tell the grueling story
of her kidnapp and how she was slated for rituals before God set her
free. But other ten passengers could not live to tell their stories.
According
to her, “I entered the bus from Igbogbo around 7pm. I was going to my
church for our Thursday vigil. When I entered the bus, I noticed that
all the passengers in the bus were sleeping. They were about ten. I felt
something was wrong and I quickly told the driver to stop for me that I
had forgotten my transport fare at home.
The
conductor then said that I should not worry that he would not collect
money from me. I insisted I would get down, shouting that I was going to
church and I would not be able to come back home even if he did not
collect money from me. But he refused. As we were arguing on that, the
conductor immediately brought out a handkerchief and waved it on my face
and that was the last thing I remembered.
“I
then saw myself at a shrine with other victims. The following day at
the shrine, they began to kill others with knife and machete one after
the other. Although we were blindfolded, yet, I was able to see a bit of
what was going on. They decided Sunday would be my turn when they would
conclude their rituals.”
“We
were there without food or water, and when it got to my turn on Sunday,
I was taken to the shrine again along with the remaining two. But I
heard one of them saying ‘no, they should return me back to where they
picked me. We were three left out of about eleven people.”
But
instead of returning me back to where they picked me , they kept me
somewhere. The following day which was Monday, they took the three of us
back to the shrine. The other two were killed that day, leaving only
me. One of them again told the men that they should look for another
person to replace me and that they should return me immediately. But
they refused saying that they cannot return me and that they should
manage and use me like that.
After
the argument, I was laid at the shrine, at that point, with the little
consciousness I had, I was praying, I was weak and could not even move
my body. I realised that the killer could not bring his knife on me. The
next thing I heard was that ‘take this girl away’. Again, that was what
I saw until I found myself at the Ita Elewa, Ikorodu late at night.”
Emmanuela
said: “It was dark, I didn’t know how I got there; I just suddenly
discovered I was out of their hands, but I was very weak. There, I saw a
man in a suit walking on the street. I approached him and asked him
where I was? He told me Ita-Elewa; I begged him to take me to my church
because it was very close to the area they dropped me. He obliged me.
When I entered the church, I fell and lay by the gate.
“As
a member of the drama group, we usually hold drama rehearsals every
Tuesdays. So, it was co-incidental that the members of the group were
there at that time. Somebody who was sent by our leader to check the
gate saw me and took me inside, prayed for me and gave me food to eat.
Throughout my stay there, I was never hungry, until I came out.”
Asked
to describe the area where the ritual took place, Emmanuela said what
she saw were materials and accessories used by ritualists, such as
charms, knives, machetes among others.
She
explained that it was an isolated area, adding “there is no living
house in the area. I really don’t know the place, but what I saw there
were things used by ritualists. I can’t really say whether it was in
Ikododu or its outskirts and I can’t determine the time we spent on the
road because I didn’t even know how I got there.”
“It
was on a Thursday and we use to have our Faith Clinic in the Church.
The Drama group which she belongs, had a vigil and she was going to
attend that vigil when she left home. Usually, she comes home after the
vigil the following morning around 6:30am. But that Friday, I was
expecting her to come but she did not come. I initially thought she
slept off in the church.
“Three
hours later, I called the leader, and to my amazement, he said she
didn’t come to church. I rushed down to the church to tell them when and
how she left home the previous day. The following day, I reported the
matter at Ikorodu police station. I also reported to our Pastor and
other Churches in the area for prayers. Throughout this period, I was
devastated.
“I
knew something was wrong because I knew she couldn’t stay outside for
days without seeing me. I have always trusted her. She has grown to know
me very well, she has been with me since she was born. I know what she
is capable of doing. She finds it difficult to stay outside our home
even when I traveled out of town.
“So,
I knew something terrible was about to happen to her. I told people she
must have been kidnapped or held somewhere. So, I engaged pastors to
help me in prayers. But the revelation from all angles was that she was
alive and will return.
My
son went to Ajegunle to see a man-of-God and we were assured she would
come back. He was even told to mention the day we want her to return. My
brother said tomorrow being Tuesday, and the man-of-God said she will
come back either Monday or Tuesday. I vacated my house at Igbogbo to my
sister’s house at Sabo to keep in touch with people who assist me in
prayers.
At
about 11pm, my phone rang and I was told she was brought to the church
late Tuesday around 11pm. I could not go immediately because it was late
as there was no vehicle on the road, but then, I couldn’t sleep.
You
know in this kind of situation, people will say a lot of funny and
unpalatable things, some said she went after a boyfriend and other
things. She was so weak and atrophied when she returned. I couldn’t
imagine a girl will stay with a boy for days and look so dirty, weak and
emaciated. So, I decided to take her to a hospital for a test. She was
tested, and I can tell you that she was not touched, she remains
intact.” said Emmauela’s grandma.
The
other unknown ten passengers could not live to tell their story, their
identities are not known just as their families most probably would
still be searching every nook and cranny for their whereabouts.
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