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Gotocourt:
guy,
Get a court order and block that account.

And you think they will leave the money in that account?

Besides, some of these things are not as easy as you may think sir. I have people around me who have been involved in similar cases and I know what they went through without getting their money back.

Life goes on.

Sonofgod1990:
These people can be mean sometimes walahi

Arsenal 0 vs Burnley 3

lol this one Arsenal don steal your joy
I'm glad for that
UpGunners

Iykenuwa:
Please share all evidences

Hmm

Iykenuwa:
Please share all evidences

Hmm, okay

bixton:
Clearly that particular officers are part of the gang of criminals.

Yes, I hope he will meet his waterloo someday

Guestmale:
I really thank God for your life and how God delivered you from those evil people. How I wish this got to the IG, this kind of incident shouldn't just go like that without some people call to questioning especially that particular police station and those criminals.

Isn't awful that some communities are harbouring criminals yet we blame government over insecurities.

No, the community people are not aware of their operation

delpee:
Thank God you escaped. Congratulations!
Please report this to the Police Command at a higher level or DSS for discreet investigation and the possible arrest of the criminals. They can get them through other means if you don't want to be involved but your information will be valuable. This is so other innocent lives are not wasted.

Any helpful contact? Please share

Common occurrence in Eastern Nigeria where palaces of chiefs are used to scam people.
Suddenly you hear a market is to be built and the chief is looking for a contractor. Someone who knows you tells you about the "job" and offer to introduce you. You come, they tell you tradition demands certain provisions and money for the elders, the youth groups and so on, before you're given the job which drawings are already prepared.
You provide all that, next you're told the government officials will soon take you to site, they arrive, they tell you to also give them something so they can accelerate matters as its very urgent. You provide, next you're shown the "site" and told your documents are now going to be signed soon, be patient.
Next chief is all over you persuading you by subtly coaxing you to send one money or the other as one officer or the other is blocking the speedy signing of your documents....you'll be lucky to code at this point...if you're the greedy one, maybe months later after many more payments then you will realise its always a scam...
The "Royals" are the ones usually at the head of this syndicate...because of their positions you'll never suspect...

Onewazobia:
Hmmmm, I am not surprised by this because I once had a similar experience in Atan, Ogun State.

One of our staff members was contacted regarding a contract opportunity an international University. However, based on the project requirements presented to him, he knew he would not qualify for the bidding process, so he innocently informed them that he had a boss who could handle the job.

They initially claimed to operate an international company that had just entered Nigeria and already established satellite campuses across the country. According to them, they wanted to begin construction work on their permanent site around Atan, Ogun State.

They requested our CAC certificate, TIN number, directors’ details, IDs, evidence of previous jobs, and information about our manpower capability. The staff member who referred me later asked if he could forward my number to them since the date for interfacing with the school management was approaching. I agreed, not knowing I was walking into a serious mess.

The whole conversation started on 13th December 2025. They contacted us almost every day, requesting one document or information after another. They obtained several company details, including ID cards, claiming they needed to conduct background checks before inviting any contractor.

Unfortunately, I innocently sent everything they requested. However, I was not sending the documents directly to them because there was a third party involved, and I did not want it to appear as though I was bypassing him. Sadly, I failed to properly verify the authenticity of their claims. Hmmm… it is a long story.

Throughout this period, I never personally spoke with them until 2nd February 2026, when they informed our staff member that there would be a physical meeting at the project site on 9th February 2026. That was when I asked him to forward their contact to me and also give them my number.

The first thing I noticed was that their contact preferred chatting instead of calls. I then asked him about his position in the supposed university. He admitted he was not a staff member but a student who claimed to have a good relationship with one of the staff members. According to him, that was how he got the information and decided to contact our staff member to “give it a try.”

Thank God the innocent boy did not go there himself because only God knows what could have happened to him.

Fast forward to 5th February 2026, I contacted their representative to ask for the address and directions to the location. He told me to “come prepared and plan to sleep over.” Immediately, I asked him why I should sleep over. He replied that there would likely be a crowd and that documentation could take more than a day because it was an international university registration process for contractors.

I told him clearly that I would return home the same day and come back if necessary.

On Monday, 9th February 2026, I left my house around 5:00 a.m., to Atan. When I arrived in Atan, I tried calling him, but his number was not connecting. I then dropped a voice note on WhatsApp, after which he instructed me to take another bike to a different location. At that point, I became suspicious.

After he described the location, the bike rider said he did not know anywhere like that around the area. That further strengthened my suspicion. He then started directing the bike rider from one street to another. However, by that point, I had already made up my mind to see the matter to the end. I was no longer interested in the contract itself; I simply wanted to uncover what was going on.

Eventually, he instructed the bike rider to take me to an hospital. On getting there, I met a young boy, probably around 18 years old, wearing a jalabiya and holding a phone and a badly damaged power bank wrapped with plenty of sellotape.

Immediately I got down from the bike, I asked if he was the one waiting for me. He answered yes and said he would take me to an Alfa. I asked, “An Alfa?” and he answered affirmatively.

I immediately requested for his ID card as a staff member of the supposed university. That was when he started talking carelessly. I quickly held him by the waist and insisted that we must go to the police station. He refused.

At that point, it was past 7:00 a.m. I deliberately raised my voice so that people in the community would come outside and witness what was happening. That was one of the reasons I refused to back down.

People gradually started coming out of their houses. I seized his phone and refused to return it until we got to the police station. Later, some community members persuaded me to give him back the phone so he could call the others involved.

They started arriving one after another. I still have videos and pictures from the incident.
The community members questioned them thoroughly. As more men gathered around, it became obvious to everyone that their story was not genuine. However, because those boys lived in the area, many residents were afraid to confront them directly. Some people advised me to quietly leave the place, but I insisted that we must go to the police station.

That was when some misguided youths in the community suddenly turned against me and even started beating me alongside the suspected kidnappers or ritualists — I honestly do not know which they were. Yet, I still managed to hold onto one of them. God truly gave me strength and courage that day.

Eventually, their leader, who they called “Chancellor,” contacted a police officer whom I strongly suspected was connected to them. When the officer arrived, I requested his ID card, and he showed it to me. Even then, I still insisted on taking a separate bike because anybody could print a fake ID card.

Luckily, someone in the community identified him as an actual police officer, so I reluctantly agreed to ride with him.

Before leaving the street, I asked for the phone number of the community chairman, but they refused to provide it. I then begged them to at least tell me the actual name of the street, and immediately I got it, I sent my live Google location to my family.

Hmmmm… Nigeria is truly something else.
When we finally got to the police station, two officers attended to us. Interestingly, they did not take us into the newer building constructed after the ENDSARS protests, but instead into the older office within the same compound.

After a long back-and-forth discussion, the officers asked me what exactly I wanted since no money had been collected from me.

I told them clearly that my insistence on going to the police station was not for personal gain, but simply to play my role as a responsible citizen. I explained that it was now left for the police to conduct proper investigations.

In the end, the police simply instructed them to apologise to me and “be careful about the kind of clients they deal with.”

That was all.

Till today, I still have the chats, pictures, videos, and other evidence from the incident.

The local police formation are in on that racket otherwise they'd have arrested those guys just to collect their share

You're lucky you didn't get kidnapped

Mmm.

Nigerian police has now denigrated themselves to some sort of boy scout. They just ended the arrest to conversation and exchange of apologies and not to concrete investigation

Onewazobia:
Hmmmm, I am not surprised by this because I once had a similar experience in Atan, Ogun State.

One of our staff members was contacted regarding a contract opportunity an international University. However, based on the project requirements presented to him, he knew he would not qualify for the bidding process, so he innocently informed them that he had a boss who could handle the job.

They initially claimed to operate an international company that had just entered Nigeria and already established satellite campuses across the country. According to them, they wanted to begin construction work on their permanent site around Atan, Ogun State.

They requested our CAC certificate, TIN number, directors’ details, IDs, evidence of previous jobs, and information about our manpower capability. The staff member who referred me later asked if he could forward my number to them since the date for interfacing with the school management was approaching. I agreed, not knowing I was walking into a serious mess.

The whole conversation started on 13th December 2025. They contacted us almost every day, requesting one document or information after another. They obtained several company details, including ID cards, claiming they needed to conduct background checks before inviting any contractor.

Unfortunately, I innocently sent everything they requested. However, I was not sending the documents directly to them because there was a third party involved, and I did not want it to appear as though I was bypassing him. Sadly, I failed to properly verify the authenticity of their claims. Hmmm… it is a long story.

Throughout this period, I never personally spoke with them until 2nd February 2026, when they informed our staff member that there would be a physical meeting at the project site on 9th February 2026. That was when I asked him to forward their contact to me and also give them my number.

The first thing I noticed was that their contact preferred chatting instead of calls. I then asked him about his position in the supposed university. He admitted he was not a staff member but a student who claimed to have a good relationship with one of the staff members. According to him, that was how he got the information and decided to contact our staff member to “give it a try.”

Thank God the innocent boy did not go there himself because only God knows what could have happened to him.

Fast forward to 5th February 2026, I contacted their representative to ask for the address and directions to the location. He told me to “come prepared and plan to sleep over.” Immediately, I asked him why I should sleep over. He replied that there would likely be a crowd and that documentation could take more than a day because it was an international university registration process for contractors.

I told him clearly that I would return home the same day and come back if necessary.

On Monday, 9th February 2026, I left my house around 5:00 a.m., to Atan. When I arrived in Atan, I tried calling him, but his number was not connecting. I then dropped a voice note on WhatsApp, after which he instructed me to take another bike to a different location. At that point, I became suspicious.

After he described the location, the bike rider said he did not know anywhere like that around the area. That further strengthened my suspicion. He then started directing the bike rider from one street to another. However, by that point, I had already made up my mind to see the matter to the end. I was no longer interested in the contract itself; I simply wanted to uncover what was going on.

Eventually, he instructed the bike rider to take me to an hospital. On getting there, I met a young boy, probably around 18 years old, wearing a jalabiya and holding a phone and a badly damaged power bank wrapped with plenty of sellotape.

Immediately I got down from the bike, I asked if he was the one waiting for me. He answered yes and said he would take me to an Alfa. I asked, “An Alfa?” and he answered affirmatively.

I immediately requested for his ID card as a staff member of the supposed university. That was when he started talking carelessly. I quickly held him by the waist and insisted that we must go to the police station. He refused.

At that point, it was past 7:00 a.m. I deliberately raised my voice so that people in the community would come outside and witness what was happening. That was one of the reasons I refused to back down.

People gradually started coming out of their houses. I seized his phone and refused to return it until we got to the police station. Later, some community members persuaded me to give him back the phone so he could call the others involved.

They started arriving one after another. I still have videos and pictures from the incident.
The community members questioned them thoroughly. As more men gathered around, it became obvious to everyone that their story was not genuine. However, because those boys lived in the area, many residents were afraid to confront them directly. Some people advised me to quietly leave the place, but I insisted that we must go to the police station.

That was when some misguided youths in the community suddenly turned against me and even started beating me alongside the suspected kidnappers or ritualists — I honestly do not know which they were. Yet, I still managed to hold onto one of them. God truly gave me strength and courage that day.

Eventually, their leader, who they called “Chancellor,” contacted a police officer whom I strongly suspected was connected to them. When the officer arrived, I requested his ID card, and he showed it to me. Even then, I still insisted on taking a separate bike because anybody could print a fake ID card.

Luckily, someone in the community identified him as an actual police officer, so I reluctantly agreed to ride with him.

Before leaving the street, I asked for the phone number of the community chairman, but they refused to provide it. I then begged them to at least tell me the actual name of the street, and immediately I got it, I sent my live Google location to my family.

Hmmmm… Nigeria is truly something else.
When we finally got to the police station, two officers attended to us. Interestingly, they did not take us into the newer building constructed after the ENDSARS protests, but instead into the older office within the same compound.

After a long back-and-forth discussion, the officers asked me what exactly I wanted since no money had been collected from me.

I told them clearly that my insistence on going to the police station was not for personal gain, but simply to play my role as a responsible citizen. I explained that it was now left for the police to conduct proper investigations.

In the end, the police simply instructed them to apologise to me and “be careful about the kind of clients they deal with.”

That was all.

Till today, I still have the chats, pictures, videos, and other evidence from the incident.

Bro , complete your good citizenship by making this pictures and videos available to the police complaints unit
Or Post it to the PPRO social media pages
Action will be taken , the case is still fresh

Nah God delivered you from the captivity of RITUALIST. Thank God u use yo 6 senses Instead of 5. The 2 Police probably don collected their own Kudi..May we NOT BEUNFORTUNATE

Onewazobia:
Hmmmm, I am not surprised by this because I once had a similar experience in Atan, Ogun State.

One of our staff members was contacted regarding a contract opportunity an international University. However, based on the project requirements presented to him, he knew he would not qualify for the bidding process, so he innocently informed them that he had a boss who could handle the job.

They initially claimed to operate an international company that had just entered Nigeria and already established satellite campuses across the country. According to them, they wanted to begin construction work on their permanent site around Atan, Ogun State.

They requested our CAC certificate, TIN number, directors’ details, IDs, evidence of previous jobs, and information about our manpower capability. The staff member who referred me later asked if he could forward my number to them since the date for interfacing with the school management was approaching. I agreed, not knowing I was walking into a serious mess.

The whole conversation started on 13th December 2025. They contacted us almost every day, requesting one document or information after another. They obtained several company details, including ID cards, claiming they needed to conduct background checks before inviting any contractor.

Unfortunately, I innocently sent everything they requested. However, I was not sending the documents directly to them because there was a third party involved, and I did not want it to appear as though I was bypassing him. Sadly, I failed to properly verify the authenticity of their claims. Hmmm… it is a long story.

Throughout this period, I never personally spoke with them until 2nd February 2026, when they informed our staff member that there would be a physical meeting at the project site on 9th February 2026. That was when I asked him to forward their contact to me and also give them my number.

The first thing I noticed was that their contact preferred chatting instead of calls. I then asked him about his position in the supposed university. He admitted he was not a staff member but a student who claimed to have a good relationship with one of the staff members. According to him, that was how he got the information and decided to contact our staff member to “give it a try.”

Thank God the innocent boy did not go there himself because only God knows what could have happened to him.

Fast forward to 5th February 2026, I contacted their representative to ask for the address and directions to the location. He told me to “come prepared and plan to sleep over.” Immediately, I asked him why I should sleep over. He replied that there would likely be a crowd and that documentation could take more than a day because it was an international university registration process for contractors.

I told him clearly that I would return home the same day and come back if necessary.

On Monday, 9th February 2026, I left my house around 5:00 a.m., to Atan. When I arrived in Atan, I tried calling him, but his number was not connecting. I then dropped a voice note on WhatsApp, after which he instructed me to take another bike to a different location. At that point, I became suspicious.

After he described the location, the bike rider said he did not know anywhere like that around the area. That further strengthened my suspicion. He then started directing the bike rider from one street to another. However, by that point, I had already made up my mind to see the matter to the end. I was no longer interested in the contract itself; I simply wanted to uncover what was going on.

Eventually, he instructed the bike rider to take me to an hospital. On getting there, I met a young boy, probably around 18 years old, wearing a jalabiya and holding a phone and a badly damaged power bank wrapped with plenty of sellotape.

Immediately I got down from the bike, I asked if he was the one waiting for me. He answered yes and said he would take me to an Alfa. I asked, “An Alfa?” and he answered affirmatively.

I immediately requested for his ID card as a staff member of the supposed university. That was when he started talking carelessly. I quickly held him by the waist and insisted that we must go to the police station. He refused.

At that point, it was past 7:00 a.m. I deliberately raised my voice so that people in the community would come outside and witness what was happening. That was one of the reasons I refused to back down.

People gradually started coming out of their houses. I seized his phone and refused to return it until we got to the police station. Later, some community members persuaded me to give him back the phone so he could call the others involved.

They started arriving one after another. I still have videos and pictures from the incident.
The community members questioned them thoroughly. As more men gathered around, it became obvious to everyone that their story was not genuine. However, because those boys lived in the area, many residents were afraid to confront them directly. Some people advised me to quietly leave the place, but I insisted that we must go to the police station.

That was when some misguided youths in the community suddenly turned against me and even started beating me alongside the suspected kidnappers or ritualists — I honestly do not know which they were. Yet, I still managed to hold onto one of them. God truly gave me strength and courage that day.

Eventually, their leader, who they called “Chancellor,” contacted a police officer whom I strongly suspected was connected to them. When the officer arrived, I requested his ID card, and he showed it to me. Even then, I still insisted on taking a separate bike because anybody could print a fake ID card.

Luckily, someone in the community identified him as an actual police officer, so I reluctantly agreed to ride with him.

Before leaving the street, I asked for the phone number of the community chairman, but they refused to provide it. I then begged them to at least tell me the actual name of the street, and immediately I got it, I sent my live Google location to my family.

Hmmmm… Nigeria is truly something else.
When we finally got to the police station, two officers attended to us. Interestingly, they did not take us into the newer building constructed after the ENDSARS protests, but instead into the older office within the same compound.

After a long back-and-forth discussion, the officers asked me what exactly I wanted since no money had been collected from me.

I told them clearly that my insistence on going to the police station was not for personal gain, but simply to play my role as a responsible citizen. I explained that it was now left for the police to conduct proper investigations.

In the end, the police simply instructed them to apologise to me and “be careful about the kind of clients they deal with.”

That was all.

Till today, I still have the chats, pictures, videos, and other evidence from the incident.

Reference:
There is nothing I dislike as the term 'contract'.
It has messed up this country and my dear fella, almost cost you your head.

Let us all join hands to end this 'contracting' sub-culture in Nigeria.

Here is where your hatred for "contract" subconsciously started

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5_odAy4rVz8?si=CR09XkYSRgbqzCM-
Ahmadu Bello the contractor!

louqas:
Bro , complete your good citizenship by making this pictures and videos available to the police complaints unit
Or Post it to the PPRO social media pages
Action will be taken , the case is still fresh

Any helpful link will be appreciated

Onewazobia:
Hmmmm, I am not surprised by this because I once had a similar experience in Atan, Ogun State.

One of our staff members was contacted regarding a contract opportunity an international University. However, based on the project requirements presented to him, he knew he would not qualify for the bidding process, so he innocently informed them that he had a boss who could handle the job.

They initially claimed to operate an international company that had just entered Nigeria and already established satellite campuses across the country. According to them, they wanted to begin construction work on their permanent site around Atan, Ogun State.

They requested our CAC certificate, TIN number, directors’ details, IDs, evidence of previous jobs, and information about our manpower capability. The staff member who referred me later asked if he could forward my number to them since the date for interfacing with the school management was approaching. I agreed, not knowing I was walking into a serious mess.

The whole conversation started on 13th December 2025. They contacted us almost every day, requesting one document or information after another. They obtained several company details, including ID cards, claiming they needed to conduct background checks before inviting any contractor.

Unfortunately, I innocently sent everything they requested. However, I was not sending the documents directly to them because there was a third party involved, and I did not want it to appear as though I was bypassing him. Sadly, I failed to properly verify the authenticity of their claims. Hmmm… it is a long story.

Throughout this period, I never personally spoke with them until 2nd February 2026, when they informed our staff member that there would be a physical meeting at the project site on 9th February 2026. That was when I asked him to forward their contact to me and also give them my number.

The first thing I noticed was that their contact preferred chatting instead of calls. I then asked him about his position in the supposed university. He admitted he was not a staff member but a student who claimed to have a good relationship with one of the staff members. According to him, that was how he got the information and decided to contact our staff member to “give it a try.”

Thank God the innocent boy did not go there himself because only God knows what could have happened to him.

Fast forward to 5th February 2026, I contacted their representative to ask for the address and directions to the location. He told me to “come prepared and plan to sleep over.” Immediately, I asked him why I should sleep over. He replied that there would likely be a crowd and that documentation could take more than a day because it was an international university registration process for contractors.

I told him clearly that I would return home the same day and come back if necessary.

On Monday, 9th February 2026, I left my house around 5:00 a.m., to Atan. When I arrived in Atan, I tried calling him, but his number was not connecting. I then dropped a voice note on WhatsApp, after which he instructed me to take another bike to a different location. At that point, I became suspicious.

After he described the location, the bike rider said he did not know anywhere like that around the area. That further strengthened my suspicion. He then started directing the bike rider from one street to another. However, by that point, I had already made up my mind to see the matter to the end. I was no longer interested in the contract itself; I simply wanted to uncover what was going on.

Eventually, he instructed the bike rider to take me to an hospital. On getting there, I met a young boy, probably around 18 years old, wearing a jalabiya and holding a phone and a badly damaged power bank wrapped with plenty of sellotape.

Immediately I got down from the bike, I asked if he was the one waiting for me. He answered yes and said he would take me to an Alfa. I asked, “An Alfa?” and he answered affirmatively.

I immediately requested for his ID card as a staff member of the supposed university. That was when he started talking carelessly. I quickly held him by the waist and insisted that we must go to the police station. He refused.

At that point, it was past 7:00 a.m. I deliberately raised my voice so that people in the community would come outside and witness what was happening. That was one of the reasons I refused to back down.

People gradually started coming out of their houses. I seized his phone and refused to return it until we got to the police station. Later, some community members persuaded me to give him back the phone so he could call the others involved.

They started arriving one after another. I still have videos and pictures from the incident.
The community members questioned them thoroughly. As more men gathered around, it became obvious to everyone that their story was not genuine. However, because those boys lived in the area, many residents were afraid to confront them directly. Some people advised me to quietly leave the place, but I insisted that we must go to the police station.

That was when some misguided youths in the community suddenly turned against me and even started beating me alongside the suspected kidnappers or ritualists — I honestly do not know which they were. Yet, I still managed to hold onto one of them. God truly gave me strength and courage that day.

Eventually, their leader, who they called “Chancellor,” contacted a police officer whom I strongly suspected was connected to them. When the officer arrived, I requested his ID card, and he showed it to me. Even then, I still insisted on taking a separate bike because anybody could print a fake ID card.

Luckily, someone in the community identified him as an actual police officer, so I reluctantly agreed to ride with him.

Before leaving the street, I asked for the phone number of the community chairman, but they refused to provide it. I then begged them to at least tell me the actual name of the street, and immediately I got it, I sent my live Google location to my family.

Hmmmm… Nigeria is truly something else.
When we finally got to the police station, two officers attended to us. Interestingly, they did not take us into the newer building constructed after the ENDSARS protests, but instead into the older office within the same compound.

After a long back-and-forth discussion, the officers asked me what exactly I wanted since no money had been collected from me.

I told them clearly that my insistence on going to the police station was not for personal gain, but simply to play my role as a responsible citizen. I explained that it was now left for the police to conduct proper investigations.

In the end, the police simply instructed them to apologise to me and “be careful about the kind of clients they deal with.”

That was all.

Till today, I still have the chats, pictures, videos, and other evidence from the incident.

you even went too far trying to be a good citizen in a very dangerous place like that.you could have just walked away when you notice foul play

Okoroemekah:
you even went too far trying to be a good citizen in a very dangerous place like that.you could have just walked away when you notice foul play

You are right but just taking a risk for our motherland

Forgiveness is not justice.

Look for a way to poss all incriminating evidence you have against these people, either here or an a platform that you're sure to get results or views, so their act isn't carried out on another.
If you don't, you'll be a sympathizer to such kind of people

Learn to battle violence with violence

Onewazobia:
Hmmmm, I am not surprised by this because I once had a similar experience in Atan, Ogun State.

One of our staff members was contacted regarding a contract opportunity an international University. However, based on the project requirements presented to him, he knew he would not qualify for the bidding process, so he innocently informed them that he had a boss who could handle the job.

They initially claimed to operate an international company that had just entered Nigeria and already established satellite campuses across the country. According to them, they wanted to begin construction work on their permanent site around Atan, Ogun State.

They requested our CAC certificate, TIN number, directors’ details, IDs, evidence of previous jobs, and information about our manpower capability. The staff member who referred me later asked if he could forward my number to them since the date for interfacing with the school management was approaching. I agreed, not knowing I was walking into a serious mess.

The whole conversation started on 13th December 2025. They contacted us almost every day, requesting one document or information after another. They obtained several company details, including ID cards, claiming they needed to conduct background checks before inviting any contractor.

Unfortunately, I innocently sent everything they requested. However, I was not sending the documents directly to them because there was a third party involved, and I did not want it to appear as though I was bypassing him. Sadly, I failed to properly verify the authenticity of their claims. Hmmm… it is a long story.

Throughout this period, I never personally spoke with them until 2nd February 2026, when they informed our staff member that there would be a physical meeting at the project site on 9th February 2026. That was when I asked him to forward their contact to me and also give them my number.

The first thing I noticed was that their contact preferred chatting instead of calls. I then asked him about his position in the supposed university. He admitted he was not a staff member but a student who claimed to have a good relationship with one of the staff members. According to him, that was how he got the information and decided to contact our staff member to “give it a try.”

Thank God the innocent boy did not go there himself because only God knows what could have happened to him.

Fast forward to 5th February 2026, I contacted their representative to ask for the address and directions to the location. He told me to “come prepared and plan to sleep over.” Immediately, I asked him why I should sleep over. He replied that there would likely be a crowd and that documentation could take more than a day because it was an international university registration process for contractors.

I told him clearly that I would return home the same day and come back if necessary.

On Monday, 9th February 2026, I left my house around 5:00 a.m., to Atan. When I arrived in Atan, I tried calling him, but his number was not connecting. I then dropped a voice note on WhatsApp, after which he instructed me to take another bike to a different location. At that point, I became suspicious.

After he described the location, the bike rider said he did not know anywhere like that around the area. That further strengthened my suspicion. He then started directing the bike rider from one street to another. However, by that point, I had already made up my mind to see the matter to the end. I was no longer interested in the contract itself; I simply wanted to uncover what was going on.

Eventually, he instructed the bike rider to take me to an hospital. On getting there, I met a young boy, probably around 18 years old, wearing a jalabiya and holding a phone and a badly damaged power bank wrapped with plenty of sellotape.

Immediately I got down from the bike, I asked if he was the one waiting for me. He answered yes and said he would take me to an Alfa. I asked, “An Alfa?” and he answered affirmatively.

I immediately requested for his ID card as a staff member of the supposed university. That was when he started talking carelessly. I quickly held him by the waist and insisted that we must go to the police station. He refused.

At that point, it was past 7:00 a.m. I deliberately raised my voice so that people in the community would come outside and witness what was happening. That was one of the reasons I refused to back down.

People gradually started coming out of their houses. I seized his phone and refused to return it until we got to the police station. Later, some community members persuaded me to give him back the phone so he could call the others involved.

They started arriving one after another. I still have videos and pictures from the incident.
The community members questioned them thoroughly. As more men gathered around, it became obvious to everyone that their story was not genuine. However, because those boys lived in the area, many residents were afraid to confront them directly. Some people advised me to quietly leave the place, but I insisted that we must go to the police station.

That was when some misguided youths in the community suddenly turned against me and even started beating me alongside the suspected kidnappers or ritualists — I honestly do not know which they were. Yet, I still managed to hold onto one of them. God truly gave me strength and courage that day.

Eventually, their leader, who they called “Chancellor,” contacted a police officer whom I strongly suspected was connected to them. When the officer arrived, I requested his ID card, and he showed it to me. Even then, I still insisted on taking a separate bike because anybody could print a fake ID card.

Luckily, someone in the community identified him as an actual police officer, so I reluctantly agreed to ride with him.

Before leaving the street, I asked for the phone number of the community chairman, but they refused to provide it. I then begged them to at least tell me the actual name of the street, and immediately I got it, I sent my live Google location to my family.

Hmmmm… Nigeria is truly something else.
When we finally got to the police station, two officers attended to us. Interestingly, they did not take us into the newer building constructed after the ENDSARS protests, but instead into the older office within the same compound.

After a long back-and-forth discussion, the officers asked me what exactly I wanted since no money had been collected from me.

I told them clearly that my insistence on going to the police station was not for personal gain, but simply to play my role as a responsible citizen. I explained that it was now left for the police to conduct proper investigations.

In the end, the police simply instructed them to apologise to me and “be careful about the kind of clients they deal with.”

That was all.

Till today, I still have the chats, pictures, videos, and other evidence from the incident.

Thank God for your life

Reverseng:
Forgiveness is not justice.

Look for a way to poss all incriminating evidence you have against these people, either here or an a platform that you're sure to get results or views, so their act isn't carried out on another.
If you don't, you'll be a sympathizer to such kind of people

Learn to battle violence with violence

Yes bro, I spent almost the whole day to get them to the police station but unfortunately nothing comes out of it, that's the country we find ourselves, any helpful contact from your end will be appreciated

No bi Ogun again, headquarters of ritual and useless tings