On a certain day in the year 2011, I was on my way to Benin (home) from school(Ekpoma) when a car started to horn behind me and seriously seeking my attention. I looked back and the car wasn't familiar so I ignored and continued to treck down the road until a voice I could recognize slowly called out my name. I bet u can imagine how I felt after all the u are not my type kind of attitude I gave only to realize it was my very close pal who then recently packed out of my hostel. We both started laughing as he offered to drop me off at the park. I was so happy and grateful as I hopped in. U have just saved me some change and the stress of trecking and flying okada under the scorching sun with a ride in chilling air conditioned car I said out loud. But come o, whose car is this? And he replied it was his. In shock I asked again, how? And he said "na god" finally we arrived at the park and I ignorantly thanked him again.
That day I started bleeding and thought it was normal until a Week became two and before I knew it I was counting months. Trust me only those who have experienced something similar would understand what I went through. I sought medical help and I was given one prescription after another with full assurance from my doctor (Dr Iyalome) that each one was going to be the last. U can Imagine my frustration after they all failed with my condition getting worse instead. After about four months of non stop bleeding, a few of us in my hostel were gathered in the room of my senior colleague and friend Oluwafemi Ajibodu Samuel(thanks for always having my back consciously and unconsciously) discussing about the trending yahoo business when he mentioned that some of these guys keep calabash under their front seats and go hunting for girls that any girl who sits down there starts to bleed and that becomes the source of their money. I was taken over by fear as I remembered entering the vehicle of someone whose source of sudden wealth I knew nothing about and also that my bleeding started on that same day. I quickly ran into my room as I poured out my heart to GOD in tears. I threw away every last one of the drugs I was taking and I embarked on a 3 days fasting and prayers. Before the end of the third day I received my healing to the glory of GOD.
I felt the need to share my testimony because I was too happy to keep it all to myself so started telling people especially girls about my experience. I told my story in little gatherings as well as in public buses and today I feel the need share it on a bigger platform so as to reach out to more people.
Just two days ago my brother came visitng and he told me how a guy picked up a girl in his car and the girl's phone dropped under the seat, aginst the guy's wish the girl bent down to pick her phone even after the guy had asked her to forget the phone that he was going to give her 500k to get a new one only for her to find blood dropping into a container right under where she was sitted. She attracted the attention of passers-by and luckily for her they got to a police check point. After torturing the guy he confessed the blood was the girl's and that she was going to die eventually. This got me thinking about a supposed friend's intention to kill me for money.
We have these wicked friends and siblings all around us and rather than condemn what they do, we shower praises on them because of greed and quest to share from their ill gotten wealth.
I read from this platform sometimes last two Weeks a post of an old school mate showering all sorts of praises on his kid brother saying stuff about how he shares everything he has with him even when he knows his brother is a yahoo boy. Another colleague also posts pictures of his baby brother who is also a yahoo boy from time to time asking God to bless his hustle and I recently learnt this colleague has also gone into the business himself. Everyday we hear news and we see pictures of bodies that are headless with some other parts removed and I think it is time we start to openly condemn the activities of these evil doers that go by the name "yahoo boys"
My name is EKEUTOMIYE PERPETUAL ONOSETA and I am a survivor of ritual(yahoo+) attack.

such is life....just continue thanking God

...if only they will stop "hopping in" like frogs.
sitting at the front seat of posh whips equals the derived excitement a loyal arsenal fan enjoys when they win three straight football matches.

may God deliver us all from evil people!

This is why every day we must cover ourselves with the mighty blood of Jesus..guess what friends? Its free!

If not his undying MERCIES and GRACE upon us:

We would have fallen prey to the wicked ones.

Godisgood...

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