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JackDaAlienz:
You are Lucky this happened in South East

If it was SW, you will see the bike But the head of bike will be missing

You must be talking about IPOB terrorists/cannibals infested and otokoto/okija region.

Tjra:
You are right.

UN, ICC, USA, UK, EFCC, WORLD BANK, SHARIA COURT, OAU, UNN, LASU, UNICAL, blah blah blah.

of course they will come for you. The people who caused Rwandan genocide also did Blah, blah , blah and they were all executed via firing squad.

Tjra:
Glad you read the bunkum to your satisfaction

Yeah, its nice to know that people like you exist so that dumb people can feel better about themselves.

Lucky guy...

Prisschi:
How Anambra Journalist Survived Armed Men Attack,



Story of Izunna Okafor



Yes, it was exactly one week yesterday, on August 4th, 2024.

My friends and I had finished a gathering we had somewhere in Awka, the capital city of Anambra State, which though didn't start early enough on Saturday, August 3. We broke the day there, as the gathering officially ended at about 2.am.

Awka had been revered as a ‘happening city’ where activities, especially nightlife, remain never go off, till almost the following night.

Being an Awka-based practicing journalist, I had also attended many other functions, meetings, and media-related assignments in the past, especially during emergencies and political periods, from where I safely returned home late in the night, even at such odd hours as 2.am, 3.am and so on, without anybody or group interfering with my movement.

These, and other heap of confidence so far built over more than ten years of my stay and practice of journalism in the city made me have less anxiety over my safe return to my residence that fateful Sunday night after our dismissal. Although I hear of and also write many news of the various crimes and security happenings in Awka on a daily basis, I never knew that the city had currently grown to be in its most unsecured status in the history of human existence.

So, as usual, after our gathering, I saddled on my somewhat new ride and mounted the road, after my friends and colleagues had taken their own direction. I was the only one among us going to my side.

And, as is usually the case, some streets were still on, especially the ever-busy Abakaliki Street (Club Road), as at that 2:09 am when I took off and was cruising to my residence.

It, however, became unusual, as I bent towards the direction of my destination, Off the Abakaliki Street before the Queen Suit Hotel, as a yellow-coloured tricycle (Keke) double-crossed me, with three ferocious and cantankerous men onboard.

That area is known for its quietness, darkness, and loneliness, especially in the night, and early hours of the day when the shop owners in the area are closed or yet to open for the day.

“Come down from the bike,” one of the boys said, brandishing a gun in his hand.

As I was trying to resist, question, and understand what was happening, the other one among the two persons who alighted from the tricycle drew closer and leveraged the tool of hot slap to order me not to waste their time.

As the slap was still echoing some bee sounds in my ear, the third person who remained inside the tricycle joined his voice to warn me not to delay them further; even as few cars that approached the area at that moment all reversed upon seeing the tricycle standing at the center of the road, with armed men standing by.

With courage and instigation that came from nowhere, as this was going on, I immediately geared up my motorcycle in a bid to flee, while one of them immediately cocked his gun, and the other pushed me down on motion, together with the motorcycle. And we crashed.

As I was struggling to get up, one of them grabbed up the motorcycle, saddled on it, and zoomed off in the company of the Keke, in which the other two had already mounted; and they sped off.

Immediately after the scene cleared, some people rushed to assist me, as they comforted me and stopped a tricycle for me, which I boarded in the company of some people, and was ridden home, after I declined to go to the hospital that night.

As I got home, and even while still inside the Keke, I started making calls, beginning with informing the friends I had just finished staying with before the incident, and then calling the Commissioner of Police, CP Nnaghe Obono Itam; the State Police Public Relations Officer, SP Ikenga Tochukwu, and some other security personnel I could reach on phone then, notifying them of what happened. I also requested their assistance in facilitating the apprehension of the hoodlums and recovering my stolen motorcycle — a ride that had been of great help to me in meeting up with my various journalistic engagements, both timeously and economically.

It was not until later in the morning that I clearly saw and began to feel the real pains of the injuries I sustained from the incident the time hoodlums pushed me down when I took the highly regretted dangerous risk to escape.

While I could not comfortably sleep that night, the following morning, as early as 6:30 am, I was already dressed up for church. But the pains couldn't allow me. So, I had to begin finding transportation means to a hospital for urgent medical attention.

However, on second thought, I decided to trek down the axis where I had been attacked the previous night, though still making some phone calls and raising alarms.

Moments later, I was already at the Abakaliki Street. Lo and behold, a motorcycle that looked exactly like mine was dumped along the roadside.

“Could this not be my bike? Or, are these criminals relaxing and drinking somewhere around here in celebration of their successful ‘outing’ last night?” I reasoned aloud.

As I drew much closer, with some premeditated phone numbers in mind to call immediately if something strange was encountered, or if the men were drinking there; lo and behold, it was my motorcycle; abandoned, without anyone in sight as the parker.

What could have happened that led to the motorcycle being abandoned there?

The carburetor of my motorcycle had developed a fault a few weeks ago, such that it usually overfloats most times when I park it, especially when there is enough fuel in it. This made me start locking up the fuel tap each time I park the bike and unlock it when I'm about to go.

Now, this mechanical fault has believably become my saving grace this time; little wonder why I had been reluctant to go fix it since about two weeks ago it started.

Now, before taking off from the venue of our gathering that night, I forgot to unlock the fuel tap as I usually do; and so, the only fuel inside the carburetor was what sustained my ride to the point where the hoodlums robbed me. Unknown to me and them, the carburetor fuel was almost finished, even though there was enough fuel in the fuel tank.

So, men and brethren, it was this remaining fuel in the carburetor that eventually finished up along the road when the criminals were fleeing with the bike, and then, the motorcycle locked up without any sign. Because they obviously could not begin to look for the fault (being a stolen bike), for the fear of being apprehended in the process; they disappointedly dumped and abandoned it there along the road, which was where I saw it the following morning, to the glory of God. This occurred just a few treks away from where the robbery occurred, implying that they didn't even go far with the motorcycle before it locked up — a miracle I believe they might suspect to be a security lock, as it usually happens without giving signs.

Because I couldn't find the key on the motorcycle, I rolled it to a place and parked it there; then went back home, brought the spare key, and started it, after having switched on the fuel tap and given enough time for the carburetor to absorb fuel. Men and brethren, that was how I miraculously recovered and regained the ownership of my lost motorcycle, all to the glory of God.

With that accomplished, the next concern was seeking urgent medical attention, because the various degrees of injuries I sustained on different parts of my body were still very acerbic, which include part of my cheek, part of my eyes, and limbs. Consequently, therefore, I mounted my motorcycle and hurried off to the hospital to take care of myself. And since then, I have been on medication till date, with many significant differences showing already on my body.

Many of the people I have encountered since the day of this incident have shown concern, empathy, and sympathy, but not without asking me what happened to me, especially given the degrees of injuries and scars on my body.

However, because of the blame I perceived would trail me when I should tell the people the real story, especially that aspect of the daring and highly regretted risk that I took by staking my life to drag a motorcycle with armed hoodlums; and because of my reluctance to be recounting the same long story to different people over and over; I decided to be telling them that it was just an accident that I had, whenever anyone asks me what happened after seeing the injuries all over my body. In fact, I even started this the very night the incident happened.

So, as it stands today, many people, including some of my biological relatives, still hold the belief that it was just an accident that I had, as I told them, without knowing yet the real thing that happened to me. Although it's also an accident, to some extent; only a few persons I told know the true story. Meanwhile, some are not even aware that anything happened to me at all.

Howbeit, now that I have almost fully recovered; with appreciation to God, and with sincere apologies to those I somewhat lied to about that; I have finally made up my mind to tell the world the true story of what actually happened to me.

So, men and brethren, this is my story!

Join me to thank God, especially for sparing my life this time again, as many have died through this kind of incident and still lost the dragged item.

It is indeed a testimony and a great lesson to me.

The Lord's name be praised.

the she od stupidity

Tjra:
They attempted to kill Late Dora Akunyuli back then but they later succeeded in murdering her husband.

Late Ifeanyi UBA escaped them likewise Cubana Chief priest.

They kill their policemen and soldiers like chicken.

They slaughter their kings every weekend.

They kill their top businessmen and civil servants.

If you probe further, you will discover it's the illiterates doing so at the command of IPOB.

They believe the enlightened ones are benefitting from one-Nigeria which is why they don't support Biafra. So, killing their illustrious sons and daughters is the only way to get vengeance in their little minds.

Now when national appointments come, those who don't kill their people because of Arewa land, Oduduwa land and Niger-Delta land, etc. have enough people in high ranking levels that can be chosen from. And then you start complaining of Nepotism again.

This is why it's hard to see their people become Generals or Chief Justices. Their people always ensure they don't live that long.

This is the reason smart career people from the region now live in Lagos, Abuja or Portharcourt. And if dem go home for new year, dey must return to base lastest January 2nd before IPOB go offer them as new year sacrifice.

Dr. Chike Akunyili's brother reportedly used to post in support of Ipob until they used a shotgun on his brother's mouth.

One boy on Nairaland called Ibechris runs a lending business. When the police killed 9 kidnappers in Lagos, he was crying that the police killed innocent Biafrans.
I told the idiot if he were in Igboland, his debtors will use UGM to kidnap or kill him instead of repaying their loans. That was when he saw how his stupidity can affect his generations.

All these attacks in Nigeria: the kidnappings, the killing of farmers, the adducting of schoolchildren, the murdering of employers by house helps etc which I strongly believe are the consequences of our open borders, informs me that Africa has no long term future. This is because these terrible actions, that experts blame on poverty, informs me that Africans may be generally criminal minded and deviant of spirit. If you look with open mind at the continent of Africa, try and honestly work out how millions will be lifted out of poverty given the prevailing continental and international realities, the prognosis dose not seem promising. In order words, the chances of lifting million out of poverty throughout Africa looks slim. And if Africans react to poverty by being murderous, rapacious unethical, deviant, envious and bitter of mind, what hope is there for Africa?


I experienced in childhood, along with thousands of others, real poverty in Nigeria. I mean extreme, excruciating poverty. Actual starvation, not fashionable political poverty, but real Poverty! But we were never bitter, envious, or angry about our situation. It is not true that a hungry man is an angry man. We blamed no one and in fact we were very kind and helpful, limited only by our circumstances. No time did we want to rob, kill, burn, ravage anyone or destroy the lives of those more fortunate than we were.

Bubu4Sea:
Imagine if he was in the region that equates human skull to success ☠️

You will still see the bike, but the rider's skull wil be missing

Tjra:
Could only have been God.

I salute the courage of those still living in that state.

Na men dem be

way to go.

This one still has time to be speaking plenty english. "Bee singing in my eats...."

why you go dey drive at 2am in the morning

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Thank God for your life, the same time you are a journalist so you should know better now, you should write a journal about your experience to the state government informing them that the security situation in the state capital is very bad. Something should be done. My friend was kidnapped in the same location last year luckily for him they our collected his Jeep and he make a transfer of 3 million that night. Something seriously should be done in the area.

how dem give her cancer ?

Jayhome24:
You are very correct. Let them kill everybody good luck to them nobody cares. Dora did not escaped bro they are the same that colluded with the fulani moles to manufactured cancer passed it to Dora without her knowledge and killed her, not satisfy they went for his husband and killed him.

Nwanem biko kill everybody okwa ya? If una stop the killing may ogun kill you all.

frog12:
how dem give her cancer ?

You are a baby.

JackDaAlienz:
You are Lucky this happened in South East

If it was SW, you will see the bike But the head of bike will be missing

This statement is not about a bike

Thank God for mercies.

More ppl lost there lives to ritual killing in ur land far than ppl lost to insecurity in South East recently Senator Sugar representing Ogun was shot dead ,,what of all the rivalry killing all over South West where is Hamburger the popular NURTW Leader ? What of ppl loosing there lives to ritual killing and gangs war all over South West ,, ,the few terrorists in South East are being decimated with support of the ppl before The Agitation there was a time insecurity was worst in South East during and after the time of Deriko at a point Onitsha was no go area but today Is all his one thing is that every arm robbers and kidnappers now hide under ESN Names this are regular criminals as seen in every region talking about Having Gens and high ranking officials in Security apparatus ,,,promotion is don mostly by States South East always filled up there slots
Nepotism and favoritism is just the problem in appointment.


Who kiled Bola Ige
Funsho Williams
Senator Sugar
Abiola and Kudilate

Hamburger and other top NURTW leaders or they are not prominent enough in ur land beter remove log of wood in ur eye


Here is one family from Enugu state with 2 Serving Generals in Nigeria Army today how can u mumu say there are no Igbo generals in Nigeria Army mumu

Tjra:
They attempted to kill Late Dora Akunyuli back then but they later succeeded in murdering her husband.

Late Ifeanyi UBA escaped them likewise Cubana Chief priest.

They kill their policemen and soldiers like chicken.

They slaughter their kings every weekend.

They kill their top businessmen and civil servants.

If you probe further, you will discover it's the illiterates doing so at the command of IPOB.

They believe the enlightened ones are benefitting from one-Nigeria which is why they don't support Biafra. So, killing their illustrious sons and daughters is the only way to get vengeance in their little minds.

Now when national appointments come, those who don't kill their people because of Arewa land, Oduduwa land and Niger-Delta land, etc. have enough people in high ranking levels that can be chosen from. And then you start complaining of Nepotism again.

This is why it's hard to see their people become Generals or Chief Justices. Their people always ensure they don't live that long.

This is the reason smart career people from the region now live in Lagos, Abuja or Portharcourt. And if dem go home for new year, dey must return to base lastest January 2nd before IPOB go offer them as new year sacrifice.

Thank God you are alive

85% of Anambra billionaires especially those from Nnewi are based in South East Late Ifeanyi Uba went into politics he been involved in Some business disputes also he is overweight and been facing health challenges
that may be reason for his demise,,why are they no atacking Innosson Chikason Coscharis Cutix or PO who is even a well known politician residents in Onitsha permanently??


So because of agitation East should now record 0% Arm robbery Kidnapping Business gone wrong score settling atack etc as seen all over ur Land ??

More prominent ppl are getting killed in South West is agitation and Ipob responsible for them too? Or there own is beautiful Assasination and different from other once ,,,,

Give me name of any prominent Igbo successfully assassinated like
Bola Ige
Funsho Williams
Senator Sugar
Even One time Nigeria Interim president Olu Falae daughter who learned from UK was killed in ur Land all that is not insecurity and killing to u but South East where we have our own challenges also is more of ur concern

I feel pain for life lost but u trying to make South West as killing and insecurity free is what I m correcting

Tjra:
They attempted to kill Late Dora Akunyuli back then but they later succeeded in murdering her husband.

Late Ifeanyi UBA escaped them likewise Cubana Chief priest.

They kill their policemen and soldiers like chicken.

They slaughter their kings every weekend.

They kill their top businessmen and civil servants.

If you probe further, you will discover it's the illiterates doing so at the command of IPOB.

They believe the enlightened ones are benefitting from one-Nigeria which is why they don't support Biafra. So, killing their illustrious sons and daughters is the only way to get vengeance in their little minds.

Now when national appointments come, those who don't kill their people because of Arewa land, Oduduwa land and Niger-Delta land, etc. have enough people in high ranking levels that can be chosen from. And then you start complaining of Nepotism again.

This is why it's hard to see their people become Generals or Chief Justices. Their people always ensure they don't live that long.

This is the reason smart career people from the region now live in Lagos, Abuja or Portharcourt. And if dem go home for new year, dey must return to base lastest January 2nd before IPOB go offer them as new year sacrifice.

More ppl loose there lives to political assassination thuggery war Ritual killing and other form of violence atack in South West but once a single incident happens in South East they will come out ranting like ur land is free from any ,,,,I m not a fan of Ipob agitation but truth is before they even came up we do record insecurity problems like other regions, there was Osisikankwu in Abia who always open fire at police checkimg points ,Ofe Akwu in Anambra whose armour was much than they have in Anambra police headquarters Obinna
Vampire in Imo who alleged his own jail break while being taken to court ,,,PO started demolishing properties own by kidnappers and other criminals at a point Banks shot down in Nnewi around 2005 2006 2007 2008 2009 to around 20014 when Ipob was not in existence around this time popular Igbo billionaires Pokobross Ogbuawa GUO Motors and Some Chines Working in Innosson motor Factories etc where atacked kidnapped Ransome paid there was nothing like Ipob or agitationim South East this time . ,,,,,,the only thing is that press now reports all those criminals activities in South East as UGM atack instead of robbery kidnapping political assassination atack as they report it in other regions ,, ,

Give me name of any yoruba today who is more sound than
Bola IGE
Funsho Williams

Where is the well built handsome NURTW bos Hamburger ?

What happened to 2 prominent traditional rulers in Ekiti recently?


NURTW Clashes and Killings
Street gangs killing
Ritual killing
Is at it peak in South West
Today ,dont pretend u don't see all the killing going on in ur land

Where is Chief Adedoyin founder Oduduwa university and Micheal Adehoke the OAU students??

U have biggest problems leave East as they fight there own try fix ur own also

ipobcannibals:
Aptly put! God bless you for this and in Igboland, the illiterate/evil ones are eliminating the good ones. In the near future, the Igbo will be tge least qualified people to hold any position in Nigeria.

Oga journalist you dey waka road by 2a.m to 3a.m. you are risking your life no matter the part of Nigeria you are.

This alone couse far more death in South West than insecurity in South East ,,open and read I'm details https://thenationonlineng.net/unprecedented-spate-of-ritual-killings-in-yorubaland-and-the-absence-of-elders/amp/


U have bigger problem every week there are reports of ritual killing all over South West ,,,,,,,
East is battling few overzealousn youths suffering from Emotions ,,,,u should focuse on ignorance youths all over ur land who thing human heads can atract money or make them wealthy they are all killing ppl and United in ignorance





quote author=ipobcannibals post=131485260]Aptly put! God bless you for this and in Igboland, the illiterate/evil ones are eliminating the good ones. In the near future, the Igbo will be tge least qualified people to hold any position in Nigeria.[/quote]

Hello.
Do you know how i can work in a radio, pls?

Prisschi:
How Anambra Journalist Survived Armed Men Attack,



Story of Izunna Okafor



Yes, it was exactly one week yesterday, on August 4th, 2024.

My friends and I had finished a gathering we had somewhere in Awka, the capital city of Anambra State, which though didn't start early enough on Saturday, August 3. We broke the day there, as the gathering officially ended at about 2.am.

Awka had been revered as a ‘happening city’ where activities, especially nightlife, remain never go off, till almost the following night.

Being an Awka-based practicing journalist, I had also attended many other functions, meetings, and media-related assignments in the past, especially during emergencies and political periods, from where I safely returned home late in the night, even at such odd hours as 2.am, 3.am and so on, without anybody or group interfering with my movement.

These, and other heap of confidence so far built over more than ten years of my stay and practice of journalism in the city made me have less anxiety over my safe return to my residence that fateful Sunday night after our dismissal. Although I hear of and also write many news of the various crimes and security happenings in Awka on a daily basis, I never knew that the city had currently grown to be in its most unsecured status in the history of human existence.

So, as usual, after our gathering, I saddled on my somewhat new ride and mounted the road, after my friends and colleagues had taken their own direction. I was the only one among us going to my side.

And, as is usually the case, some streets were still on, especially the ever-busy Abakaliki Street (Club Road), as at that 2:09 am when I took off and was cruising to my residence.

It, however, became unusual, as I bent towards the direction of my destination, Off the Abakaliki Street before the Queen Suit Hotel, as a yellow-coloured tricycle (Keke) double-crossed me, with three ferocious and cantankerous men onboard.

That area is known for its quietness, darkness, and loneliness, especially in the night, and early hours of the day when the shop owners in the area are closed or yet to open for the day.

“Come down from the bike,” one of the boys said, brandishing a gun in his hand.

As I was trying to resist, question, and understand what was happening, the other one among the two persons who alighted from the tricycle drew closer and leveraged the tool of hot slap to order me not to waste their time.

As the slap was still echoing some bee sounds in my ear, the third person who remained inside the tricycle joined his voice to warn me not to delay them further; even as few cars that approached the area at that moment all reversed upon seeing the tricycle standing at the center of the road, with armed men standing by.

With courage and instigation that came from nowhere, as this was going on, I immediately geared up my motorcycle in a bid to flee, while one of them immediately cocked his gun, and the other pushed me down on motion, together with the motorcycle. And we crashed.

As I was struggling to get up, one of them grabbed up the motorcycle, saddled on it, and zoomed off in the company of the Keke, in which the other two had already mounted; and they sped off.

Immediately after the scene cleared, some people rushed to assist me, as they comforted me and stopped a tricycle for me, which I boarded in the company of some people, and was ridden home, after I declined to go to the hospital that night.

As I got home, and even while still inside the Keke, I started making calls, beginning with informing the friends I had just finished staying with before the incident, and then calling the Commissioner of Police, CP Nnaghe Obono Itam; the State Police Public Relations Officer, SP Ikenga Tochukwu, and some other security personnel I could reach on phone then, notifying them of what happened. I also requested their assistance in facilitating the apprehension of the hoodlums and recovering my stolen motorcycle — a ride that had been of great help to me in meeting up with my various journalistic engagements, both timeously and economically.

It was not until later in the morning that I clearly saw and began to feel the real pains of the injuries I sustained from the incident the time hoodlums pushed me down when I took the highly regretted dangerous risk to escape.

While I could not comfortably sleep that night, the following morning, as early as 6:30 am, I was already dressed up for church. But the pains couldn't allow me. So, I had to begin finding transportation means to a hospital for urgent medical attention.

However, on second thought, I decided to trek down the axis where I had been attacked the previous night, though still making some phone calls and raising alarms.

Moments later, I was already at the Abakaliki Street. Lo and behold, a motorcycle that looked exactly like mine was dumped along the roadside.

“Could this not be my bike? Or, are these criminals relaxing and drinking somewhere around here in celebration of their successful ‘outing’ last night?” I reasoned aloud.

As I drew much closer, with some premeditated phone numbers in mind to call immediately if something strange was encountered, or if the men were drinking there; lo and behold, it was my motorcycle; abandoned, without anyone in sight as the parker.

What could have happened that led to the motorcycle being abandoned there?

The carburetor of my motorcycle had developed a fault a few weeks ago, such that it usually overfloats most times when I park it, especially when there is enough fuel in it. This made me start locking up the fuel tap each time I park the bike and unlock it when I'm about to go.

Now, this mechanical fault has believably become my saving grace this time; little wonder why I had been reluctant to go fix it since about two weeks ago it started.

Now, before taking off from the venue of our gathering that night, I forgot to unlock the fuel tap as I usually do; and so, the only fuel inside the carburetor was what sustained my ride to the point where the hoodlums robbed me. Unknown to me and them, the carburetor fuel was almost finished, even though there was enough fuel in the fuel tank.

So, men and brethren, it was this remaining fuel in the carburetor that eventually finished up along the road when the criminals were fleeing with the bike, and then, the motorcycle locked up without any sign. Because they obviously could not begin to look for the fault (being a stolen bike), for the fear of being apprehended in the process; they disappointedly dumped and abandoned it there along the road, which was where I saw it the following morning, to the glory of God. This occurred just a few treks away from where the robbery occurred, implying that they didn't even go far with the motorcycle before it locked up — a miracle I believe they might suspect to be a security lock, as it usually happens without giving signs.

Because I couldn't find the key on the motorcycle, I rolled it to a place and parked it there; then went back home, brought the spare key, and started it, after having switched on the fuel tap and given enough time for the carburetor to absorb fuel. Men and brethren, that was how I miraculously recovered and regained the ownership of my lost motorcycle, all to the glory of God.

With that accomplished, the next concern was seeking urgent medical attention, because the various degrees of injuries I sustained on different parts of my body were still very acerbic, which include part of my cheek, part of my eyes, and limbs. Consequently, therefore, I mounted my motorcycle and hurried off to the hospital to take care of myself. And since then, I have been on medication till date, with many significant differences showing already on my body.

Many of the people I have encountered since the day of this incident have shown concern, empathy, and sympathy, but not without asking me what happened to me, especially given the degrees of injuries and scars on my body.

However, because of the blame I perceived would trail me when I should tell the people the real story, especially that aspect of the daring and highly regretted risk that I took by staking my life to drag a motorcycle with armed hoodlums; and because of my reluctance to be recounting the same long story to different people over and over; I decided to be telling them that it was just an accident that I had, whenever anyone asks me what happened after seeing the injuries all over my body. In fact, I even started this the very night the incident happened.

So, as it stands today, many people, including some of my biological relatives, still hold the belief that it was just an accident that I had, as I told them, without knowing yet the real thing that happened to me. Although it's also an accident, to some extent; only a few persons I told know the true story. Meanwhile, some are not even aware that anything happened to me at all.

Howbeit, now that I have almost fully recovered; with appreciation to God, and with sincere apologies to those I somewhat lied to about that; I have finally made up my mind to tell the world the true story of what actually happened to me.

So, men and brethren, this is my story!

Join me to thank God, especially for sparing my life this time again, as many have died through this kind of incident and still lost the dragged item.

It is indeed a testimony and a great lesson to me.

The Lord's name be praised.

Tjra:
They attempted to kill Late Dora Akunyuli back then but they later succeeded in murdering her husband.

Late Ifeanyi UBA escaped them likewise Cubana Chief priest.

They kill their policemen and soldiers like chicken.

They slaughter their kings every weekend.

They kill their top businessmen and civil servants.

If you probe further, you will discover it's the illiterates doing so at the command of IPOB.

They believe the enlightened ones are benefitting from one-Nigeria which is why they don't support Biafra. So, killing their illustrious sons and daughters is the only way to get vengeance in their little minds.

Now when national appointments come, those who don't kill their people because of Arewa land, Oduduwa land and Niger-Delta land, etc. have enough people in high ranking levels that can be chosen from. And then you start complaining of Nepotism again.

This is why it's hard to see their people become Generals or Chief Justices. Their people always ensure they don't live that long.

This is the reason smart career people from the region now live in Lagos, Abuja or Portharcourt. And if dem go home for new year, dey must return to base lastest January 2nd before IPOB go offer them as new year sacrifice.

you exactly like guy from the skull mining region, where even 14 year olds are using their friends head, cremated and grided to powder, to drink pap in order to become rich.

Glory be to God, so happy for you buddy