I parked all my belongings to spend some time in Uyo after the ‘voluntary organization’ i work in had closed for the holiday in December 2015.

I boarded a bus in Calabar heading to Uyo. The journey was filled with God’s mercy as i and my younger sibling arrived Uyo successfully.

I arrived Uyo after 1 hour, 45 Mins. In Uyo there are less Cab and more Keke Napep commonly known as tricycle.

The first keke never link to my destination, hence a search for an alternative was inevitable. The second (tricycle) came and luckyly it went my route. It had a tall and huge but elderly passenger in the back seat. But, before i knew what happen conversation ensured between us.

The passenger described himself as a stranger in Akwa Ibom that came for marketing of his business (Product).

I was with my youngest sibling of 11 years of age. December 2016 will upgrade me to 18 years.

The strange Passenger brought issues like he needed someone to help in marketing his product and feeding. I told him i’m heading to my village which is located in an interior village in Ikono Uyo, Uyo.

Before i knew it, i was told i will die, and my sibling will be taken away for money ritual if i don’t be of help to him, but all this while i never knew the keke driver was his agent.

So he demanded for my bank current balance which i decline to reveal.

As the journey continued, i was later told by the passenger that someone had died previously from an issue like this resulting from a failed listening ear. I was shaking profusely, could it be because i’m a woman?

The next thing we did was, to search for a nearly bank for withdrawal, when this action was still in motion i never knew wisdom existed, i was totally dump founded.

Till i landed the bank premises i never knew how i got there. Even when i got an alert from the bank of N85,000 debit i was still shock how it started.

We got back to the tricycle, i was told to use a cloth in covering the money before proper handing over to my abductor which i did without question.

All this while, the driver of the tricycle carrying us was in support of the passenger that sat in the back seat, all he murmored was please, ”Ediyie Owoanwan in Ibibio dialect; mbok yanga aye nno mien mbok” meaning please, beautiful lady help this man for me, it leta got clear to me that they were partners in crime, but it was too late.

I couldn’t raise any alarm for help even when i was inside the bank. I was told that my spell was over cos i obey every actions that befall me.

I was threaten not to let anyone know about the ugly incident immediately they left or loose my life.

The money i got on me was about N4,000 which they knew about but never requested for it.

They drop me at where i could pick a final cap to my destination and before i knew it they zoom off.

Everything was still unknown to me even after arriving my village, i greeted everyone, toke my bath, ate and went for rest.

After like 5 hours it seems someone shouted on me where is your N85,000? I started wailing bitterly and everyone came in to enquiry where the problem was.

For like 5 days that i was in my home town, food was not a neccessity for me, N85,000 was like my life is gone.

Suicide came to my memory, but my people learnt i may involve in it. I was covered throughout my stay with them.

Advice and consolations from relatives and friends kept me till date.

Dinocarex:
Akwa Ibom Ayaya!!!
Mbok.... Fear God ooo
Sorry for the loss!!

tobisco29:
Sorry what a great loss mayb

Grinch:
Ur life is worth more than d money u lost. Committing suicide, will make u a coward!

ideatoprince18:
ggggg

Richardonald:
U dull hand..for this 21st cent.