shagasha:
Na the hippo wey kill the woman be this?

NoFucksToGive:
How do they know it was a hippo that killed her?

AchrafHakimi:
Nice.
Hyenas and vultures need food too.

ednut1:
we have in the north, there are elephants too in the forest. Hyena and lions. See soldiers killing a terrorist hippo last year

https://twitter.com/murtalaibin/status/1550840950666174464?s=46&t=6OZ_nbE1xwVeLo2T5RIeWw

chatinent:
The Benue river consumes more people per year than how birds pluck fishes from the river. And unfunnily enough, a friend from Wurukum told me it only takes non-indigenes. And this rumour is lowkey popular around that North Bank side and Wurukum area after the bridge. I lost a colleague to it too, and that was when other colleagues began to narrate their loss stories too, and stories they heard.

One story that transpired that very time I was there when my colleague drowned was that some other persons went there to swim and the river came out to the bank where they were and swallowed one of them. He wasn’t even swimming! It just came at him, held him as a friend would hug his longtime friend he’s just seen, and took him beneath.


Even though I don't generally believe in superstitions, I am aware that traditional powers are still practiced nowadays. And that juju exist. But this story? “I don’t believe it.” My uncertainties were put to rest when I witnessed firsthand the community's attempt to dispel the enigma behind the unending number of fatalities by calling upon the services of a native wizard.

This indigenous wizard dove into the water and transformed into a crocodile as he swam downstream. Omo, na so  I begin go house sharp sharp. I fess check my chamber for my body if anything miss cos I no come understand the touching touching body for the crowd. I dey form rugged then but e never reach wetin I see. The next information was that he had gone to visit the river goddess and all that.  What happened? The result was that in order to stop these deaths and to pacify her, sacrifices had to be made.

Even though I lived on property that bordered the river, you can take my word for it that I never in a million years went near it to swim, fish, paddle the canoe, or even wash, regardless of how intense the pressure from my peers was.

You can call me hydrophobic. You can also call me delusional. I don't care if you brand me a coward if it has anything to do with this issue; I'll attend the cowardice coronation with pride, palm wine, a male goat, and with my overworn isi agu.✌️

AchrafHakimi:
Nice.
Hyenas and vultures need food too.

Princeton92:


Thank you, God bless you cause I believe we both know Hippos are vegetarians so how come?
They only kill humans when they feel attacked/threatened
💡👌

chatinent:
The Benue river consumes more people per year than how birds pluck fishes from the river. And unfunnily enough, a friend from Wurukum told me it only takes non-indigenes. And this rumour is lowkey popular around that North Bank side and Wurukum area after the bridge. I lost a colleague to it too, and that was when other colleagues began to narrate their loss stories too, and stories they heard.

One story that transpired that very time I was there when my colleague drowned was that some other persons went there to swim and the river came out to the bank where they were and swallowed one of them. He wasn’t even swimming! It just came at him, held him as a friend would hug his longtime friend he’s just seen, and took him beneath.


Even though I don't generally believe in superstitions, I am aware that traditional powers are still practiced nowadays. And that juju exist. But this story? “I don’t believe it.” My uncertainties were put to rest when I witnessed firsthand the community's attempt to dispel the enigma behind the unending number of fatalities by calling upon the services of a native wizard.

This indigenous wizard dove into the water and transformed into a crocodile as he swam downstream. Omo, na so  I begin go house sharp sharp. I fess check my chamber for my body if anything miss cos I no come understand the touching touching body for the crowd. I dey form rugged then but e never reach wetin I see. The next information was that he had gone to visit the river goddess and all that.  What happened? The result was that in order to stop these deaths and to pacify her, sacrifices had to be made.

Even though I lived on property that bordered the river, you can take my word for it that I never in a million years went near it to swim, fish, paddle the canoe, or even wash, regardless of how intense the pressure from my peers was.

You can call me hydrophobic. You can also call me delusional. I don't care if you brand me a coward if it has anything to do with this issue; I'll attend the cowardice coronation with pride, palm wine, a male goat, and with my overworn isi agu.✌️

greenermodels:
Don't they eat Hippos there? Uncontrolled populations of wild animals would naturally lead to attacks on humans and the best way to control their populations is by hunting them for food.

chatinent:
The Benue river consumes more people per year than how birds pluck fishes from the river. And unfunnily enough, a friend from Wurukum told me it only takes non-indigenes. And this rumour is lowkey popular around that North Bank side and Wurukum area after the bridge. I lost a colleague to it too, and that was when other colleagues began to narrate their loss stories too, and stories they heard.

One story that transpired that very time I was there when my colleague drowned was that some other persons went there to swim and the river came out to the bank where they were and swallowed one of them. He wasn’t even swimming! It just came at him, held him as a friend would hug his longtime friend he’s just seen, and took him beneath.


Even though I don't generally believe in superstitions, I am aware that traditional powers are still practiced nowadays. And that juju exist. But this story? “I don’t believe it.” My uncertainties were put to rest when I witnessed firsthand the community's attempt to dispel the enigma behind the unending number of fatalities by calling upon the services of a native wizard.

This indigenous wizard dove into the water and transformed into a crocodile as he swam downstream. Omo, na so  I begin go house sharp sharp. I fess check my chamber for my body if anything miss cos I no come understand the touching touching body for the crowd. I dey form rugged then but e never reach wetin I see. The next information was that he had gone to visit the river goddess and all that.  What happened? The result was that in order to stop these deaths and to pacify her, sacrifices had to be made.

Even though I lived on property that bordered the river, you can take my word for it that I never in a million years went near it to swim, fish, paddle the canoe, or even wash, regardless of how intense the pressure from my peers was.

You can call me hydrophobic. You can also call me delusional. I don't care if you brand me a coward if it has anything to do with this issue; I'll attend the cowardice coronation with pride, palm wine, a male goat, and with my overworn isi agu.✌️

shagasha:
Na the hippo wey kill the woman be this?

shagasha:
Na the hippo wey kill the woman be this?

mysticwarrior:
That hippopotamus should be hunted and killed.

Superpower:
This is a lie.Hipppos kill more humans yearly than lions and other big cats.

AchrafHakimi:
Nice.
Hyenas and vultures need food too.

Superpower:
This is a lie.Hipppos kill more humans yearly than lions and other big cats.

chatinent:
The Benue river consumes more people per year than how birds pluck fishes from the river. And unfunnily enough, a friend from Wurukum told me it only takes non-indigenes. And this rumour is lowkey popular around that North Bank side and Wurukum area after the bridge. I lost a colleague to it too, and that was when other colleagues began to narrate their loss stories too, and stories they heard.

One story that transpired that very time I was there when my colleague drowned was that some other persons went there to swim and the river came out to the bank where they were and swallowed one of them. He wasn’t even swimming! It just came at him, held him as a friend would hug his longtime friend he’s just seen, and took him beneath.


Even though I don't generally believe in superstitions, I am aware that traditional powers are still practiced nowadays. And that juju exist. But this story? “I don’t believe it.” My uncertainties were put to rest when I witnessed firsthand the community's attempt to dispel the enigma behind the unending number of fatalities by calling upon the services of a native wizard.

This indigenous wizard dove into the water and transformed into a crocodile as he swam downstream. Omo, na so  I begin go house sharp sharp. I fess check my chamber for my body if anything miss cos I no come understand the touching touching body for the crowd. I dey form rugged then but e never reach wetin I see. The next information was that he had gone to visit the river goddess and all that.  What happened? The result was that in order to stop these deaths and to pacify her, sacrifices had to be made.

Even though I lived on property that bordered the river, you can take my word for it that I never in a million years went near it to swim, fish, paddle the canoe, or even wash, regardless of how intense the pressure from my peers was.

You can call me hydrophobic. You can also call me delusional. I don't care if you brand me a coward if it has anything to do with this issue; I'll attend the cowardice coronation with pride, palm wine, a male goat, and with my overworn isi agu.✌️


Guy, your own is good. Thank God you are alive to tell the story.
My childhood friend, never made it back alive. She schooled in Kogi state university, after exams she went home and returned back to school. Apparently she and her clique of friends and their boyfriends had planned a get together. She didn't tell her widower Dad she was done with exams in school, so she was allowed to go back.

Now they went for picnic to the Benue river, and that was where they all died. This was broadcast even by the news media years ago, I can't remember the year now again.

But you see, when I listened to the news I remember making snide remarks "who goes to venue river to swim or have picnic"?


Then in 2009, I was discussing with my colleagues at work about my childhood friend Titi and her family, when I mentioned her surname, my colleague looked at me, she couldn't believe I know the late Titi.

That was how I got to know she was amongst those students who drowned at the venue river years ago.

My advice has always been stay away from water. Whether you can swim or not. My hand no dey.


Anybody who calls you coward, never know anything. Things dey occur o!

donbenie:
You are the one encroaching on its habitat..
Keep off its territory and you will live to see another day..
It is that simple..

tuzle:
they are very dangerous. A crush from a hippo and that is the end. They are also very aggressive and the worst is u can't outspace them with how fat they are they are also very fast

eyinjuege:
Hippos are very aggressive territorial water animals. Even crocodiles fear them and don't mess with them.
They may look cute and cuddly, but very dangerous.
R.I.P to the deceased

GreyLaw:


Hippos don't eat flesh! They can kill and maul when you are in their territory. They even kill crocs but they don't eat them.