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Pls let us circulate this to our people/families anywhere in Nigeria. God will continue to preserve us and our families wherever they are in Nigeria.

THIS HAPPENED IN IBADAN:
Money ritualists are on the prowl in Ibadan, the capital of
Oyo State. Kidnapping incidents are on the rise daily and it
is of great concern to the residents.
Every person is suspicious of the next person close to
him or her walking the streets.
So it was with a 42-year-old mother of four, Olorunyomi
(not real name). She set the whole of Academy area of
Odo-Ona Elewe, Orita Challenge, Ibadan, that Friday, August
19, 2016, into wild jubilation.
Reason: She came back home at 11:00pm from a near death
experience with money ritualists. She was kidnapped on
Tuesday, August 16, after transacting business in one of
the banks at Challenge, Ibadan, that fateful afternoon.
Olorunyomi, an events planner, was still shell shocked when
she narrated her ordeal to Daily Sun. She found it difficult
to comprehend why fellow human being could be so wicked
as to kill a fellow human being for whatever purpose.
She met a middle-aged woman at the banking hall who
became very jovial with her as she asked about the
welfare of her children: “I felt comfortable with her the way
she was relating with me and we became friends.
Afterwards, I got out of the bank and was heading for
another bank at Orita Challenge.
“The woman beckoned on to me from a beautiful Honda
Element car, introduced a girl of about 13 years old who
wore a school uniform of a popular girls’ school at Molete,
Ibadan, as her daughter and the man behind the wheels as
her husband. She asked me to join them since they were
going towards Orita Challenge.
“As we approached the bank, I asked the driver to stop
so that I can alight but he did not. The woman looked
back at me with disdain and said, ‘you don’t know what
has happened to you.’ I struggled to open the door but it
was locked. I thought by the time we get to the police
check point at New Garage, I would be able to scream for
help. But before we got there, I was already weak and
could not utter a word. It was then I realized that
everyone in the car could not talk including the driver.
“I became a bit conscious later and when I opened my eyes
all I saw was ‘Welcome to Sagamu’ in one of the bill
boards as the car swerved off the highway into a thick
bush. We arrived at a big gate of a very beautiful mansion
situated in the bush.
“We were ordered to alight from the car. The man behind
the wheels suddenly became conscious and was trying to
ask where he was. One of our captors struck him with
an object, something like a black belt, he fell and died
instantly.
As he was being dragged to the place where his body
parts would be dismembered, the woman that lured me into
the car rushed at him and disposed him off his valuables
like wristwatch, gold chain, wallet and his two phones.
“The woman looked at me disdainfully again and said,
‘madam no matter what you are thinking, we can never
meet on this planet earth again.’ I wondered how she could
read or hear my thoughts easily.
“We were ushered into a large room with CCTV monitoring
the Shagamu Expressway. We could see activities going on
from the expressway to the point where we veered off
the road.
“The man who received us was very happy and
congratulated the woman for briging such a ‘large stock’
despite the fact that it was not really a ‘rush hour.’ Some
of us were picked to be transported to another
destination where ‘supplies’ were urgently needed. I was
among them. I noticed that it was 7:05pm from the clock
inside the car that was to take us to our new
destination.
“On arrival, we were ushered in to another compound not
as big as the first house and the ring leader was
impressed. He locked me in another room where I met two
other victims, a woman and one Hausa man. I was asked
what was my name but something inside me said I should
not utter a word.
I kept reciting in my mind a verse from the holy Quran
“The ring leader said, ‘look Alhaja, stopped reciting Al Quran
here, or you think I don’t hear you? Let me tell you,
anyone who enters our den has been forgotten by God.’ It
then dawned on me that only God could save me.
“He treated me nicely and told me that all he needed from
me was to utter my name with my mouth. I kept mute
and he left but assured me that the next time he would
come I would be the one telling him my name.
He did come back after I refused to eat the plate of Amala
that was given to me. The woman I met in the room also
refused to eat. The Hausa man did not only eat, but
drank the water given to him and washed his face with it.
“The man appealed to me that I should eat. He then told
me my name including my mother’s name to prove to me
that nothing was hidden to him. All he was requesting was
that I should utter it by myself, which I refused. He was
also very furious at the Hausa man whom he said had
given him five different names.
“We were there all through Thursday till the wee hours of
Friday. Suddenly, the door of the room was opened by the
gateman. He led three strange old men, dressed in the
traditional Yoruba hunting attire with local touch lights
strapped around the frontal lobe of the head into the
room.
“The man who led the other two could not be less than
80 years and beckoned unto me. I woke the other two
with me. The Hausa man started reciting his last prayers
saying, ‘from Allah we came and to Him we shall return’ in
Arabic, thinking that the end had come.
“It was as if something was lifted off from my body as I
regained my strength and I could feel a kind of peace and
comfort all over me. The old man locked the gateman inside
the room and led us out of the compound into a thick
bush.
“According to the old man, he came to rescue us from
‘awon agbeni pa se etutu ola.’ (Those who kill for money
rituals.) He led us out of the compound around at about
1a.m on Friday. He said the three of us were safe. We
trekked for about two hours before reaching a riverbank.
“He made us to realise that he deliberately took us through
that route. If he had allowed us to go through the pathway
that leads to the highway, though shorter, but very risky,
as we were bound to be recaptured. He gave me three new
N500 notes that could transport us to town. He lamented
that most of the fishermen that could help us across the
river had gone home.
“Luckily for us, a young boy of about 18 years old who is
a fisherman came back to the river bank to check his net.
The old man begged him to take us across the river with
his canoe and then tried to identify himself by asking me
to look at his face carefully.
“Honestly, the man looked like one of my uncles with
seven tribal marks on his cheeks. He said to me, ‘I am
still alive’ and went back.
“At the home of that young boy, he brought three Okada
riders (motorcyclists) who charged us N500 each to take
us to the nearby town where we can board easily to our
various destinations. The nearest place is Ondo town. That
was then I knew we must have been held hostage in one
of the villages in Ondo State or around Ijebu Waterside.
“The okada riders refused to take us to a police station
or a motor park for fear of us being recaptured by the
kidnappers. I flagged down another car from the spot they
dropped us. After narrating our ordeal to the driver, he
refused to take us in for fear of us dying in his car, as
he did not know if the kidnappers had poisoned us. He
gave me N2,000 for us to find our way back to our
destinations. But the Hausa man joined a trailer filled with
cows.
“The other victim who escaped with me had been in their
den for over two weeks. She told me she was kidnapped
on her way to Ilesa where she was going to give her
parents some gifts after receiving her salary at the end of
of July. She said her driver stopped to pick someone by
the roadside drenched in the rain. She said immediately the
woman entered the car all of them became unconscious till
they found themselves in the compound of the house they
later brought me to.
“The money given to me was enough to take me to a
university at Ikeji-Ile (Ayo Babalola). I met a lecturer of that
school who offered to take me to Ikire while the other
victim dropped at Ilesa junction to meet with her parents. I
got to Iwo Road, Ibadan, around 10:00pm and managed to
call my husband who came to pick me up.
“I know my escape is divine. I really don’t know why God
favoured me so much to the extent that He showed me
such a great mercy. I am sad that human being could be
this wicked. I am even very sad for the people remaining in
their den, especially the little girl in school uniform. My
prayer is that God would deliver them and guide all of us
from falling victim of ritual killers.”
The Divisiponal Police Officer (DPO), Orita Challenge, Ibadan,
Mr. Olu Moore, was not in the office when Daily Sun
visited the station. But one of his officers confirmed that
the case was reported when Olorunyomi was found: “Her
husband promised to come back saying they wanted to go
and pray first. They have not come back since then for
the police to conduct proper investigation into the matter.”
He said he is not in the position to talk about the spate
off kidnaped in the state only the State PPRO could do that.
The sun.
Pls b careful how u relate with strangers.
Pls share to [truncated by WhatsApp]

Wow!! Something is really happening in this country.


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Wat sort of fiction is this

Nonso92:
Wow!! Something is really happening in this country.


http://www.mybadagryblog.

My brother the height of wickedness in this Country is closer to hell what we need is JUSTICE and God will smile back at us.

Wow...Terrible things happening everywhere.
May God protect and watch over us all.

Tremor007:
Forwarded as received From my Whatsapp page: A Must Read!

Pls let us circulate this to our people/families anywhere in Nigeria. God will continue to preserve us and our families wherever they are in Nigeria.

THIS HAPPENED IN IBADAN:
Money ritualists are on the prowl in Ibadan, the capital of
Oyo State. Kidnapping incidents are on the rise daily and it
is of great concern to the residents.
Every person is suspicious of the next person close to
him or her walking the streets.
So it was with a 42-year-old mother of four, Olorunyomi
(not real name). She set the whole of Academy area of
Odo-Ona Elewe, Orita Challenge, Ibadan, that Friday, August
19, 2016, into wild jubilation.
Reason: She came back home at 11:00pm from a near death
experience with money ritualists. She was kidnapped on
Tuesday, August 16, after transacting business in one of
the banks at Challenge, Ibadan, that fateful afternoon.
Olorunyomi, an events planner, was still shell shocked when
she narrated her ordeal to Daily Sun. She found it difficult
to comprehend why fellow human being could be so wicked
as to kill a fellow human being for whatever purpose.
She met a middle-aged woman at the banking hall who
became very jovial with her as she asked about the
welfare of her children: “I felt comfortable with her the way
she was relating with me and we became friends.
Afterwards, I got out of the bank and was heading for
another bank at Orita Challenge.
“The woman beckoned on to me from a beautiful Honda
Element car, introduced a girl of about 13 years old who
wore a school uniform of a popular girls’ school at Molete,
Ibadan, as her daughter and the man behind the wheels as
her husband. She asked me to join them since they were
going towards Orita Challenge.
“As we approached the bank, I asked the driver to stop
so that I can alight but he did not. The woman looked
back at me with disdain and said, ‘you don’t know what
has happened to you.’ I struggled to open the door but it
was locked. I thought by the time we get to the police
check point at New Garage, I would be able to scream for
help. But before we got there, I was already weak and
could not utter a word. It was then I realized that
everyone in the car could not talk including the driver.
“I became a bit conscious later and when I opened my eyes
all I saw was ‘Welcome to Sagamu’ in one of the bill
boards as the car swerved off the highway into a thick
bush. We arrived at a big gate of a very beautiful mansion
situated in the bush.
“We were ordered to alight from the car. The man behind
the wheels suddenly became conscious and was trying to
ask where he was. One of our captors struck him with
an object, something like a black belt, he fell and died
instantly.
As he was being dragged to the place where his body
parts would be dismembered, the woman that lured me into
the car rushed at him and disposed him off his valuables
like wristwatch, gold chain, wallet and his two phones.
“The woman looked at me disdainfully again and said,
‘madam no matter what you are thinking, we can never
meet on this planet earth again.’ I wondered how she could
read or hear my thoughts easily.
“We were ushered into a large room with CCTV monitoring
the Shagamu Expressway. We could see activities going on
from the expressway to the point where we veered off
the road.
“The man who received us was very happy and
congratulated the woman for briging such a ‘large stock’
despite the fact that it was not really a ‘rush hour.’ Some
of us were picked to be transported to another
destination where ‘supplies’ were urgently needed. I was
among them. I noticed that it was 7:05pm from the clock
inside the car that was to take us to our new
destination.
“On arrival, we were ushered in to another compound not
as big as the first house and the ring leader was
impressed. He locked me in another room where I met two
other victims, a woman and one Hausa man. I was asked
what was my name but something inside me said I should
not utter a word.
I kept reciting in my mind a verse from the holy Quran
“The ring leader said, ‘look Alhaja, stopped reciting Al Quran
here, or you think I don’t hear you? Let me tell you,
anyone who enters our den has been forgotten by God.’ It
then dawned on me that only God could save me.
“He treated me nicely and told me that all he needed from
me was to utter my name with my mouth. I kept mute
and he left but assured me that the next time he would
come I would be the one telling him my name.
He did come back after I refused to eat the plate of Amala
that was given to me. The woman I met in the room also
refused to eat. The Hausa man did not only eat, but
drank the water given to him and washed his face with it.
“The man appealed to me that I should eat. He then told
me my name including my mother’s name to prove to me
that nothing was hidden to him. All he was requesting was
that I should utter it by myself, which I refused. He was
also very furious at the Hausa man whom he said had
given him five different names.
“We were there all through Thursday till the wee hours of
Friday. Suddenly, the door of the room was opened by the
gateman. He led three strange old men, dressed in the
traditional Yoruba hunting attire with local touch lights
strapped around the frontal lobe of the head into the
room.
“The man who led the other two could not be less than
80 years and beckoned unto me. I woke the other two
with me. The Hausa man started reciting his last prayers
saying, ‘from Allah we came and to Him we shall return’ in
Arabic, thinking that the end had come.
“It was as if something was lifted off from my body as I
regained my strength and I could feel a kind of peace and
comfort all over me. The old man locked the gateman inside
the room and led us out of the compound into a thick
bush.
“According to the old man, he came to rescue us from
‘awon agbeni pa se etutu ola.’ (Those who kill for money
rituals.) He led us out of the compound around at about
1a.m on Friday. He said the three of us were safe. We
trekked for about two hours before reaching a riverbank.
“He made us to realise that he deliberately took us through
that route. If he had allowed us to go through the pathway
that leads to the highway, though shorter, but very risky,
as we were bound to be recaptured. He gave me three new
N500 notes that could transport us to town. He lamented
that most of the fishermen that could help us across the
river had gone home.
“Luckily for us, a young boy of about 18 years old who is
a fisherman came back to the river bank to check his net.
The old man begged him to take us across the river with
his canoe and then tried to identify himself by asking me
to look at his face carefully.
“Honestly, the man looked like one of my uncles with
seven tribal marks on his cheeks. He said to me, ‘I am
still alive’ and went back.
“At the home of that young boy, he brought three Okada
riders (motorcyclists) who charged us N500 each to take
us to the nearby town where we can board easily to our
various destinations. The nearest place is Ondo town. That
was then I knew we must have been held hostage in one
of the villages in Ondo State or around Ijebu Waterside.
“The okada riders refused to take us to a police station
or a motor park for fear of us being recaptured by the
kidnappers. I flagged down another car from the spot they
dropped us. After narrating our ordeal to the driver, he
refused to take us in for fear of us dying in his car, as
he did not know if the kidnappers had poisoned us. He
gave me N2,000 for us to find our way back to our
destinations. But the Hausa man joined a trailer filled with
cows.
“The other victim who escaped with me had been in their
den for over two weeks. She told me she was kidnapped
on her way to Ilesa where she was going to give her
parents some gifts after receiving her salary at the end of
of July. She said her driver stopped to pick someone by
the roadside drenched in the rain. She said immediately the
woman entered the car all of them became unconscious till
they found themselves in the compound of the house they
later brought me to.
“The money given to me was enough to take me to a
university at Ikeji-Ile (Ayo Babalola). I met a lecturer of that
school who offered to take me to Ikire while the other
victim dropped at Ilesa junction to meet with her parents. I
got to Iwo Road, Ibadan, around 10:00pm and managed to
call my husband who came to pick me up.
“I know my escape is divine. I really don’t know why God
favoured me so much to the extent that He showed me
such a great mercy. I am sad that human being could be
this wicked. I am even very sad for the people remaining in
their den, especially the little girl in school uniform. My
prayer is that God would deliver them and guide all of us
from falling victim of ritual killers.”
The Divisiponal Police Officer (DPO), Orita Challenge, Ibadan,
Mr. Olu Moore, was not in the office when Daily Sun
visited the station. But one of his officers confirmed that
the case was reported when Olorunyomi was found: “Her
husband promised to come back saying they wanted to go
and pray first. They have not come back since then for
the police to conduct proper investigation into the matter.”
He said he is not in the position to talk about the spate
off kidnaped in the state only the State PPRO could do that.
The sun.
Pls b careful how u relate with strangers.
Pls share to [truncated by WhatsApp]

And you have to use paragraph after every sentence? Lost interest after 2 to 3 lines,I know you have a msg but I just couldnt stand your style of writing

Super story by Wale Adeniga Productions. One of the very many drawbacks of social media. People circulating fables.

Arrant Nonsense.

Even though Yorubas are fetish and ritual killings are a mainstay of Yoruba society, I doubt this Muslim woman because their allah can't do sh1t and second and most importantly, most of these tall tales are usually narrated by Yoruba women who go on AWOL from their husband's house to meet their boyfriends.

12Monkeys:
Arrant Nonsense.

Even though Yorubas are fetish and ritual killings are a mainstay of Yoruba society, I doubt this Muslim woman because their allah can't do sh1t and second and most importantly, most of these tall tales are usually narrated by Yoruba women who go on AWOL from their husband's house to meet their boyfriends.

My Bishop this is actually a true life story. May God's protection continually be upon us and our families throughout these "ember months" in Jesus Name. God is still rescuing people from the lion's den irrespective of your practised faith.

Tremor007:
My Bishop this is actually a true life story. May God's protection continually be upon us and our families throughout these "ember months" in Jesus Name. God is still rescuing people from the lion's den irrespective of your practised faith.

I dont doubt ritual killings especially in Yoruba land but the allah bit and the fact that I have heard of many a yoruba woman using this as an excuse to explain their wanderings from their husband's house to their bf's makes me doubt this