Jakumo: Assuming this story is not fictitious, throwing hand-grenades in a residential area is an extremely dangerous and reckless course of action, but hey, when under attack and in fear of imminent death, all means of battle are fair to use in the heat of the moment.

On the subject of the initial shots that failed to drop any of the attackers, there is NO SUCH THING as "bullet-proof magic", and you can take that to the muffuggin bank. Unless there was bright moonlight on the night in question, and ruling out the very unlikely possibility that the soldier was firing a rifle equipped with a night-vision infra-red scope, it would be virtually impossible to place accurate shots in the pitch dark, even when aiming at muzzle flashes, since the shooters, if trained to any degree, are unlikely to remain stationary after each burst they fire.

So to summarize this story by removing all suggestions of magic and hocus-pocus, a resident took several wild shots at home-invasion robbery gang members in a dark street, and on missing them all due to poor visibility, lobbed a few hand-grenades, which did the job and killed the attackers.

Free your mind from the bondage of stone-age superstition, and MAYBE, you will live a longer and more productive life.

double j1:

when last you visit your village

Jakumo: Assuming this story is not fictitious, throwing hand-grenades in a residential area is an extremely dangerous and reckless course of action, but hey, when under attack and in fear of imminent death, all means of battle are fair to use in the heat of the moment.

On the subject of the initial shots that failed to drop any of the attackers, there is NO SUCH THING
as "bullet-proof magic", and you can take that to the muffuggin bank. Unless there was bright moonlight on the night in question, and ruling out the very unlikely possibility that the soldier was firing a rifle equipped with a night-vision infra-red scope, it would be virtually impossible to place accurate shots in the pitch dark, even when aiming at muzzle flashes, since the shooters, if trained to any degree, are unlikely to remain stationary after each burst they fire.

So to summarize this story by removing all suggestions of magic and hocus-pocus, a resident took several wild shots at home-invasion robbery gang members in a dark street, and on missing them all due to poor visibility, lobbed a few hand-grenades, which did the job and killed the attackers.

Free your mind from the bondage of stone-age superstition, and MAYBE, you will live a longer and more productive life.

Vikin:

I have heard this as a popular joke(Uche ogbuaju or something) in esatern part of Nigeria, you just narrated it as if it happened to you? I wonder what people will gain from telling lies .

I just give up

sexkillz: All my life, i had never experienced an encounter with robbers, until June 2010. That was the first time, but it wasn't as painful as the incident of 3 weeks ago. . . This is my story, firsthand, not hearsay.

A close friend of mine scheduled her wedding for the 26th of May 2012, i gave her my word that I'll be there, and since i hate going back on my word or promises, i was determined to be there, come what may.

I planned leaving on Friday morning, but something came up, and i headed to the office. Concluded my activities and decided to travel at night to abuja, just to keep my promise. I left the island at 2 and headed to the ABC park at jibowu, yaba. Got there paid my fare, 6200 naira only, and ofcourse, opened my laptop and logged into NL. The bus was to depart by 4 pm and i had a little time to kill.
I went to the thread, "Interested in Moderating this section" where i had earlier signified interest to Moderate the Romance section, i dropped a few comments, and logged out. For those who may want to confirm, the bus code was "125". . . Bus 125 to abuja, on the 25th of may 2012. We were not allowed luggage in the cabin, so i deposited my laptop and my backpack to be loaded into the luggage compartment of the luxury bus. . . Then i submitted for searching. After the search, i boarded. My seat number was originally 28, but a lady and her aged mother came on board, her seat number was 29, while her mother's was 31. Seat 31 happened to be on the other side, the right hand side. Therefore, i considered how the lady would be separated from her aged mom, who may need help during the course of the journey, and i decided to swap seats with her.

She was very grateful.

To be continued. Still fresh on my mind, and this is the first time I'm extensively narrating this since it happened.

BUSH MAN: when i was living with my uncle in peckam one evening as i went out side the front garden with a big black bag full of rubbish i was going to throw in the bin outside,a young looking guy came up to me with some thing that looked like a ten inch screwdriver and threatned to stab me,unless i handed over the bag, i quikly handed him the bag,later i heard rumours that it was a mistaking identity apparently he thought it was a bag full of ganja not knowing it was a bag full of dog shit and rotten fish and all kinda house hold rubbish

jude33084:

Na wetin come happen na? Mumu

Relax na. . . Na phone i dey use type, and i just dey remember things wen i don dey try forget. . .

jude33084:

Na wetin come happen na? Mumu

swiftycool: This happened some years ago in the south south of Naija, when robberies were very rampant and robbers so daring. The Dad of a friend of mine who was a senior military officer in charge of gunnery and ammunition which were often supplied to the base under his supervision. This man sometimes secretly stored ammo in their house which was outside the base while their quaters was being renovated and no one knew of it till one day.

Armed robbers had warned the area that they were comin to rob and everyone was scared. My friend's dad just stayed up drinking beer and watching TV all night till they arrived and were sighted by him from the balcony. They had started robbing the neighbours and were about 8 in number, 4 stood guard outside and 4 went in.

The officer took his gun and aimed at each robber standing guard, shooting point blank at each of them in quick succession being an excellent marks man, but to his surprise the bullet just bounced off while the guys turned in his direction and laughed, they had on some bullet resisting jazz on them! They called the rest of their gang to come out and head for where the shots were fired from.

The group assembled, eight in number and walked towards the compound which had no gate shouting that they were going to kill my friends father and all his family. By now everyone in the house was scared shitless, crying, begging God and blaming the dad.

To their suprise being the soldier he was, he wasn't shaken, he just ran into his room and came out with something in each of his hands, walked to the balcony, bent down and threw what was in his right hand at the robbers, followed swiftly by his left.

All of a sudden two successive deafening explosions were heard and the bodies of the assembled robbers flung in all directions; the man had used greenades! The only two robbers that survived were maimed 4 life, one lost both legs and the other was burnt badly and lost sight and hearing.

My friend's dad was courtmarshalled by his force in the morning. And jailled for a month but reinstated after 7months afte accquited by military court. Robberies in that area ceased for a very long time after that. Till today he's called BaBa Rambo! Lol

swiftycool: Come o, u guys cannot be reading my own experiences and not contribute o! Which ones na? If no more contributions I may stop posting chikena!

sexkillz: As i got down, a part of my mind said to flee, but right there in front of me was another robber, he subjected me to another round of searching, and then directed me to lie face down on the ground. Did i say ground? It was actually a bush and moderately wet ground, but i did not care, all i wanted was for this ordeal to be over.
At that time, i took succour in the fact that my bag was kinda safe in the luggage compartment. I still had my laptop, my wallet, money etc, so i could easily get a new phone in abuja the next day. . . So i thought.
As i was on the ground, other passengers were alighting and thoroughly searched as well. The ladies were made to pull down their panties, while they beamed their searchlights on them. . . It was then i realized that there were 15 of them. . .

Jakumo:
I am so sorry to have offended you sir. I did not realize that a certified holder of Bullet-Proof Traditional African Juju-Motive MEANS would read my words, and I thank you for correcting me here today.

Now then let us cut to the chase. Have you ever really TESTED your magical bullet-proof African traditional MEANS ? If so did you have say, a duck or chicken wear the talisman in preparation for being shot at, or did you wear that Juju-Suit yourself ? If it is not asking too much, can you post some pictures of those deer skulls and chit, to educate the manufacturers of Kevlar, that white-man's traditional bullet-proof MEANS.

Enquiring minds want to know.

swiftycool: Hi Nairalanders, having lived in or presently living in Nigeria or any other crime prone country, I know many of us have had personal experiences or heard other peoples experiences of armed robbers, cultists, rapists, kidnappers, assasins and the likes.

Inasmuch as these happenstances are generally not the type many of us are happy to discuss, however there are some of us who have gotten over the experience while some are just daring enough to share. Anyway, there are some of these experiences that are quite funny, some are dare-devilish in nature while some are just outrightly crazy.

If u are up to it, here's the thread where u share!

swiftycool: A friend of mine narrated his co-tenants' story which was so funny.

Robbers came to their house which was a tenament building with many occupants and forced all everyone out of their rooms into the landlords palour. They were then asked if they had money or not. The Landlord pleaded that he didn't have any money on him as all tenants had been owing house rents for sometime now, he was separated to one line while those with money were told to bring it and join another line.

Right there one of the tenants went to bring some money in a bag and dropped it with the Landlord saying it was his rent for the next two years. Ol boy see as landlord reject am say he never due for him to collect rent. Before u know there was an argument before d robbers btw landlord and tennant. Then the robbers decided to make an example by shooting one of the tenants in the "have not" line on the foot to enable the landlord make up his mind. Quickly the landlord accepted he wanted d money but asked 4 just six months.

The robbers finally settled the case by asking d landlord to accept one and a half years as was his usual custom and to prepare a reciept duly signed by both parties warning that the tenant must not be evicted otherwise the landlord will be dealt with if they discover. They were both asked to join the queue of people with money while others secretly started borrowing money to enable them join the safe line. No one else was wounded and d robbers carted away all the money.

It was a traumatic experience then, but its quite laughable now, the landlord never demanded excessive months of rent after that and started using an agent 4 his dealings. Lol

swiftycool: Travelling by night luxirious busses used to be fun in Naija till robbers took over the highways.

I heard of an incident where a luxurious bus was way layed on its way on a journey, and d fierce looking armed robbers hijacked the bus and drove it far away into a lonely forrest and asked every occupant at gun point to strip and come out of the bus hands up and legs spread apart leaving all their clothes, valuables, phones in the vehicle.

All the now N@ked passangers both male and female were forced out of the bus and made to lie down face up on the ground in the bush, after they all came down the robbers entered the vehicle and zoomed off!

These folks were there for hours in the bushes hiding due to their n@kedness until some of them summoned courage to go get help from a nearby village, where they were able to get wrappers from ladies washing at the stream to cover their bodies.
A report was made to the nearest police station later and after 3days or so the bus was recovered but all valuables and designer clothes were missing.

I wonder how the victims would have felt lol!