Let’s face it: those girls must have enacted their own death-walk, to yield their delicate parts for ritual purposes, if you ask me! Although, rape must have preceded that, any way!
And to lend credence to this view, when the girl called her mobile phone, taken by them, the next morning, and introduced herself as that “Sister”, the voice on the other side retorted in anger: “So, you escaped!? How did you escape, by the way!?” See what I mean? And even before they began selecting the girls, they were taunting them and saying the girl and the other man: “Ah, Pastor, pray-o-o! pray-o-o! Sister, pray-o-o! Today is judgment day!” Guess what that implied.
Now, because, the girl and the preacher lay near the bush, shielded a bit by the body of the bus, the man whispered to her that this was their only chance to escape, as those men could kill all of them, once they re-emerged. They slowly, and noiselessly, crawled into the bush, and made good their escape. They never believed their guard would not see and gun them down. Yes, they never believed it. They just tried it nonetheless, and it worked. And suddenly discovering themselves safe and free, even though, stark nude (who cared again?), they ran very far into the bush. Soon, they began hearing gunshots from the place they just had escaped from. They ran farther inside the bush. And about an hour later, convinced the men must have left the place, they traced their way back, still with fear and trepidation, hoping, at least, to retrieve their clothes. But when they got there, they saw nobody or vehicle or anything. Only blood splatter everywhere! Indeed, it was doomsday as the young men had promised!
Then, wearily and fearfully, they commenced the painful, arduous task of tracing their way to the direction they believed would lead them to the road. Fortunately, they met Fulani herdsmen in the bush who ran back on sighting them. But with the aid signs, the man was able to make them realize they needed clothes.
The herdsmen threw their turbans at them, and still kept their distance. It was now getting dark, and in their desperation to find their ways to the road, they missed each other. But luckily for the girl, when she got to the road, she met a lady who had just disembarked from a bus. After hearing her story, she gave her something to wear and some money to get to Abuja.
Indeed, this girl actually passed through the valley of the shadow of death! In fact, she told me that she still found it difficult to take her meals, even days after the gory incident.
“I have seen a dead body before, but I never imagined I would one day witness people shot dead before my very eyes. I saw blood gushing out. It is so difficult to get over what happened.” she said.
As we thank God that the girl is alive today to tell her story, we should also spare some thought for the many others, not so lucky? What about several other unreported incidents of this of this horrible nature?
Indeed, Nigeria’s rulers must be worried by the unbearably harsh conditions they have unleashed in the country which are now driving people into this gory extremities and savagery. Are we sure the boldness and fearlessness of these hoodlums are not fired by their sudden realization that Nigerians live in an ungoverned, poorly policed country? As this nation continues to be run aground by totally selfish, greedy and unpatriotic minds in Abuja under the headship of Gen Olusegun Obasanjo, who suck the nation dry and manufacture lists of “achievements” to impress the world, burnish their image, and service their ego, incidents like these might multiply with alarming rate and become everybody’s nightmare.
This gory exercise may be taking place every other day on the nation’s highways, largely unreported. From the girl’s description, those men are likely to be young, unemployed graduates whose inspiration and motivation may be solely derived from the vulgar ostentation and boundless profligacy advertised unceasingly by unrepentant mis-rulers who daily weary us sore with drab and exasperating calls for more sacrifices and tightening of belts, while they wallow in reckless, lavish spending.
Somebody should better walk across and warn them, their cheerleaders and collaborators, because, every indication now points to the fact that this dangerously trend is gradually drawing close… even to well-heeled and privileged quarters! It is no longer the exclusive menu of the poor and underprivileged.
Just the other day, some hoodlums, reportedly gained access to the “highly fortified” Apo Legislative Quarters, Abuja, where the nation’s legislators idle away at our expense, while a dictator is being systematically bred next door, at Aso Rock Villa. Well, the bacchanal and wild reveling will soon be called off, because, the environment will no longer be conducive for all that. Have we forgotten so soon that not too long ago, Hon Ofodile was neatly abducted by hoodlums from the same “highly fortified” Apo Legislative Quarters and driven out through their well-manned gates, and was later dumped somewhere along the Zuba—Kaduna Road or so. Does that send any signal to anybody, that it will reach a stage when Aso Rock Villa will no longer be immune?
Okay, I am told, wives and children of the rulers, the wealthy and the privileged class do not patronize public transport vehicles? They should better rouse themselves from this myth of “impregnable” security around us, and begin to fix this gradually dying nation. Now, after they have left government, where are they going to say to enjoy their massive loot? In the moon? How do they hope to secure themselves in country that is fast producing an army of hungry and angry, depersoned desperadoes, who place value in nothing, not even their lives?
Indeed, now that we have a sincere, transparent man, Mr. Sunday Ehindero, as Inspector-General of Police (IGP), should we let the opportunity to refurbish the Nigeria police and re-engineer them back to patriotic duty slip from us? What indeed can horribly paid, poorly clothed, and grossly impover
ished policemen possibly achieve before this dare-devil criminals? If the current degeneration and impoverishment of the citizenry continue unchecked, while the highly provocative, unimaginable display of wealth by those whose only known source of income is their appointment to one government office or the other continue unabated, very soon, many first wives or ladies, and first daughters may equally have their own generous taste of the harrowing ordeal related earlier, even if they are transported in armoured vehicles and flown to and from their well-guarded, cozy homes with helicopters. It is only a matter of time.