Chai

Hmm...this is horrible.

There is simply no safe place in the country now.

Monsignor22:


https://punchng.com/how-i-spent-six-days-in-kidnappers-den-electrical-engineer/

Bros, I keep seeing;

What came to your mind when you heard the sporadic gunshots?

Is it my phone or you just love that part of the story?

Sorry about that

Macphenson:
The Nigerian security architecture is so poor that any idiot will plan kidnapping and execute it successfully without any interference from our security agencies.

They are after money being collected on road blockages across our towns.

"By this time, all 19 maintenance boys (the majority of whom are northerners who left home because of terror experiences) were already present at the office."
Well, there are too many more northerns now in the south since the adoption of sharia criminal laws and subsequent Boko Haram and bandits emergence. That is another way to form a nation for Nigeria through mixture of all the groups that earlier formed Nigeria in 1960.

Obagreatdatoye:
Nigeria is not ready to tackle security..

When they are ready..they will put cctv in every nook and cranies of the country with people watching it ...day and night.

my brother I’ve been wondering why they couldn’t do this o. It will cost less than 1 trillion to buy camera accross all our Highway . Create multiple security company watching it night and day , this will even create employment o. Our politicians makes it look like a rocket science o

zombieHUNTER:


let's keep voting incompetent leaders

so that insecurity would take over the country

Well done Nigeria

Tell me what competent leader u are talking about will do in the current situation of this country. Will he take gun and be running after kidnappers or he will ease them out of existence. You guys will just open ur mouth anyhow

Too much duplication of text body. OP, edit your content.

@ seun and lala.... Which kind write up bdis one can barely follow... @op u can do better

Fulanis Don leave cows dey drive human beings for inside forest like they move cows.... They know d route of your forest better than some indigenes sef

See as everywhere quiet as if the man died. Oh, this did not happened in the South East. What a heart wrenching story, only that the setting of the story made it less interesting to read. You could have typed Anambra or Abia and boom! Serious traffic of bantering could have happened here and nobody would have minded the named perpetrators but calling out the indigenes whose lives and livelihoods were put in danger. Take heart brother. No worries. Thank God for life.

youngsahito:
Why hasn't our usel*ss lawmakers passed q death sentence on kidnappers and terrorists. Now I believe that they have big men supporting them.

don't depend on Nigerian leaders there are bunch of jokers

The same reason why the FG cannot come down hard on these terrorists and kidnappers is the same reason Lagos state government can't come down hard on area boys and agberos. They worked for govt during elections.

ImoleNaija:
Kidnappers and bandits deserve no pity or second chance walahi.

The report is not complete. How did he gain freedom?

he tapped a little into the power of Abidoshaker

Terrible! So, was he later released too? I'd love to read that part. When an ekiti man made an explanation or passed a comment, you'd not feel bored, reading it. A well articulated account, I must say.

Thank God for his life.

Nairaland copy and paste ... Repeating several paragraphs again and again.

Very poor arrangement

This sense chills in my spine as if I had not read many related stories. Nigeria is experiencing holocaust economically, politically and ethically. Government gives these evil Fulani people the power. When will this evil stop?

This post made it to the front page, but the admin or moderator didn't bother to edit it to make it readable.

You get to the next paragraph only to realize the whole article is being repeated from the beginning.

I just quit reading it.

The inhumane cruelty of Fulani kidnap gangs has been described by victims who survived being abducted and thus got to watch as other captives were shot or beaten to death for sport.


The Nigerian government should invest in surveillance drones so that areas where kidnappers are known to operate can be observed around the clock from the air, with armed drones ready to launch precision fire against any armed individuals spotted on the ground.

whirlwind7:
This post made it to the front page, but the admin or moderator didn't bother to edit it to make it readable.

You get to the next paragraph only to realize the whole article is being repeated from the beginning.

I just quit reading it.

I also noticed three repetitions of the same paragraph, forcing me to skip ahead for the rest of the terrifying story. An editor deserves a generous flogging for that error.

Buhari!

Fulani atrocities are beyond words.
They feast on the disunity in the south between west, East, middle belt, south etc while taking attention from their atrocities.
Southern unity is what we need

Cc: Fergie001, the errors in this document is just too much. Please review

koladata:
my brother I’ve been wondering why they couldn’t do this o. It will cost less than 1 trillion to buy camera accross all our Highway . Create multiple security company watching it night and day , this will even create employment o. Our politicians makes it look like a rocket science o

Naso my brother.

They know what to do but they won't do it

Monsignor22:


https://punchng.com/how-i-spent-six-days-in-kidnappers-den-electrical-engineer/

This is the continuation from PUNCH Website.


On our side, we were led through a maize farm to a stream where we were allowed to drink water. By this time, I was weak, and my feet were badly sore, so one guy was asked to support me while we walked. I was given the deceased’s sandals. I had lost my canvas while being taken out of Eltees Farm. We crossed the road around an estate in the bush around Omu and arrived at a local palm oil factory where we rested for a while and moved into a thick forest. We made a camp where we stayed until night, then took a tour of the bush and came back to the camp at dawn. This was the routine until we were released.

How did you end up paying the ransom?

Before my release, negotiations continued with my nephew, Sunday Oladele, who was in contact with them. My co-workers and the whole management team had received instructions not to contact the kidnappers or me again. They were told to let my family handle the negotiation. They threatened my family to make them succumb to their demands.

I instructed my nephew to sell my car and house just to get me out of their clutches. Our chairman, Mr. Lanre Adesanya, gave my wife N1m, and our church pastor, Mr. Samuel Oluwafemi, went to borrow N500,000:00 from a microfinance bank. My nephew negotiated based on the cash at hand, and fortune smiled on us as they agreed to N1.5m each for me and the other captive. On the 3rd of June, Sunday Oladele was supposed to take the money to a particular location, but by midnight, he was still unable to get there. When he called, I told him in our local dialect to go back home and come back the following day.

Why did you ask your nephew to go back home?

So that he wouldn’t be killed, and I might not end up being killed too as it was too late. I couldn’t afford to lose myself, lose my nephew, and the money. So, my nephew communicated with the leader, and they agreed. That night, we didn’t sleep. We were just moving from one point to another. On June 4th, 2023, the ransom was delivered around 2 pm. The milk and malt they collected were shared among them, and they also shared the money, including the phones.

Three of them moved away immediately. At about 3:30 pm, another three, including the replacement of the deceased one, moved. At about 6 pm, when the last team was about to move, they ordered us to stand up, and three of them cocked their rifles and pointed them at us. I raised my hands and begged them to spare our lives. They later burst out in laughter and said we should go. They led us to an oil palm factory and gave us N1,000:00 each for a bike ride.

How did you manage to find your way home?

It took me about 40 minutes to walk from our location to Papa Road. I could hardly move my legs again. I was looking so unkempt and tattered that someone who didn’t know me would have mistaken me for a madman. When I got to the road and was about 2½ kilometers away from Iyana Ofada, only tippers and okadas plied the road. My pleas to them to take me out of the jungle fell on deaf ears, and my co-abductees were nowhere to be found.

They had left me behind. But, as fate would have it, they took the wrong route and had to take a bike towards me again. They picked me up on their way, and we arrived at the junction. The okada rider helped me find another Okada who conveyed me to Owode Egba.

What happened when you got home?

On my way home, I encountered a crowd at the Obafemi Owode police station. Although I was too weak to find out what was going on immediately, I got the report from my nephew (Sunday Oladele) the following day. While he was returning from the meeting point with the kidnappers, a set of local vigilantes who must have suspected something accosted them. When questions about their suspicious movement were raised, he narrated the whole story to them and told them that the criminals were about to leave the location as they were speaking. The locals mounted a roadblock, and fortunately, one of the kidnappers ran into them on a bike. He saw and recognised my nephew and instructed the bike rider to speed off to escape the local security men. The bike fell into a ditch, and the rider lost control, hitting an electric pole, and the passenger hit his head against the pole and eventually lost his life while being taken to the police station.

What are you thankful to God for?

I am grateful to God that my life was spared after the ransom was paid. I have heard stories of how people died even after ransoms were paid for them. It was a sad experience; I spent some days in the hospital, and now my right leg is still not completely healed. I resigned from work to be able to take care of my health and I am still recuperating.

They should drill a hole in the dick of any male kidnapper or turn it to a pussy so we know thier stand. Fellow men can't be working had for you to collect money just like that for free. Convert gender na. Oloshi kidnappers.

Zico5:

Tell me what competent leader u are talking about will do in the current situation of this country. Will he take gun and be running after kidnappers or he will ease them out of existence. You guys will just open ur mouth anyhow

The guy said the truth, unto say Apc na the major cause of 80% of insecurity in Nigeria.
Let me tell you the truth you wouldn't want to hear.
They created Boko Haram to create chaos for GEJ administration,now it's out of control.
They created Fulani bandits to kill farmers and disturb the people in the East and west now it is out of control.
After every successful killings by Fulani bandits ,the governor of the state will come to the crime scene to address the people and say nonsense, a week later everywhere go clear.
If the villagers want to create they own vigilante,the police will step in that the force and size of the vigilante must be supervised by necessary authority, which kind rubbish be that, that's why the people supported the ESN which I will say is still a mistake but they don't have any other option than to stay alive so they can farm in peace.
How many human parts sites have been found and how many of these cases have been solved because it is linked to highly influential people,you can't do sh!t.
The economy have been damaged by these f**kers if someone tried to do the right thing, Dem go use police chase everybody.
Why have cultism not been solved?
Because the politicians use them for dirty works,thank God for enlightenment by various religious and non religious association in secondary schools, e don dey reduce.
For those little kids robbing people in broad daylight and night. Nigerian police should shoot them no mercy, to all those yahoo boys using their friends and people for ritual they should be burnt and grinded to ashes. Evil ones.
I will say this one more time,the Fulani herdsmen that were in my community 20years ago don't used to have clashes with the farmers. I don't know where they get this people.
Apc is evil, Buhari and TINUBU are demons.
Wake up, get sense,see how hunger dey destroy everyone. Nigeria will only be better the time we stop licking those politicians butts.
Period

I keep hearing about Fulani kidnapping activities in South West region.

The people in that region hardly standup against the fulanis. They will be the first to comment when ESN kill herdsmen in South East Forests.

After every every Ransome ws paid


Later ,police will claim they were rescued by the security agents

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How I spent six days in kidnapper’s den — Electrical engineer
16th June 2024

Kayode Ogunsade.

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Electrical engineer, Kayode Ogunsade tells TEMITOPE ADETUNJI the harrowing story of how he was abducted by unknown gunmen from his workplace place in Ogun State

What do you do for a living?

My name is Kayode Ogunsade. I am 58 years old. I am an indigene of Ekiti State. I live in Ogun State, and I am an electrical engineer.

Could you describe the events leading up to your kidnapping?

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The incident occurred in 2023. It was after our virtual management meeting at Eltees Farm, around the Shagamu interchange. I wouldn’t have been present at work on that fateful day, but our company’s egg-handling machine was faulty and needed my attention. By 4 pm, I had finished all the day’s chores and returned to my office to brief my assistants about the meeting outcome and to plan the following week’s tasks as usual. Samuel, my assistant (mechanical), and I were waiting for Ridwan, my assistant (electrical and admin), who was busy on a task when sudden sporadic gunshots jolted us to full alert.

What came to your mind when you heard the sporadic gunshots?

What came to your mind when you heard the sporadic gunshots? I thought that the sounds were due to the blasting of stones; perhaps they were digging a well somewhere and were blasting a stone or something. Samuel offered to go and check what was going on outside; he returned with the news that the people wore hoods and were armed with AK-47s. By this time, all 19 maintenance boys (the majority of whom are northerners who left home because of terror experiences) were already present at the office.


One of them suggested we break my office window’s burglary proof and escape to the nearest bush before the bandits broke the door, which they were already working on, I gave the go-ahead, and the window was broken. The boys were jumping out of the window one after the other. It was the turn of Samuel and me when the door gave way, and we were ordered to move at gunpoint. However, all other offices had been ransacked and all laptops and phones were taken.

Fortunately, all other senior staff were outside the admin block and hence ran into the bush for safety. While Samuel and I were being dragged, Samuel tried to plead with them in Hausa, but the guy (they call him Magaji) who was with him, whom I later found out was their leader, shot him at a very close range. He fell and I later found out that Samuel died on the spot.

A teenage Fulani boy they address as “Yaro” ran at me and hit me on the head with a piece of wood. The impact tore a part of my head, and blood started gushing out of the wound. One of our loaders and one lady who works at the crate washing unit were taken with me to the gate. The lady escaped back into the premises because they weren’t focusing on her, so I gave her an eye signal to run away. While the kidnappers were trying to take more hostages from the passersby, the loader, a Fulani guy from Maiduguri, and I was guarded by a guy holding a cutlass (they call him Yellow).

Do you perceive yourself as unfortunate when you were captured alongside Samuel?

Yes, I would say I was unlucky, but actually, what came to my mind was that I was doing the best I could as a leader to allow them to go.

So what happened after you were captured?

At the entrance gate of our company, a building contractor and his boy were stopped in their car. The guy was dragged out and shot in the stomach. He was left in his pool of blood, and his boy was taken with us. Another Fulani guy, an amputee who works as a gateman at a company not far from Eltees farm where I work, was taken along with us. We trekked through a bush and came out at a footpath about 500 meters away from our gate, where the bike conveying a man and his co-worker from another company were stopped, and the two of them were herded with us. They led us through the bush path into a fenced compound overgrown by bushes. A farmhouse with five rooms was our abode for the night. Six of us were asked to lie down on the floor amidst beating and gunbuttling. They asked me if I was the manager, and I said I wasn’t. I said that I was a maintenance man. The loader was asked if I was lying.


They spoke to him in Hausa first and in a language, I later found out from him is Fulfulde (a Fulani language). He told them the same thing I said, and then the beating started again, on the guy and me. At about 2 am on 31st May 2023, they roasted three chickens they took from the pens at the Eltees farm and shared them among themselves. At about 4 am when they were done with their meals, one of them pointed a flashlight at my face and called out “Manager.” Immediately I opened my eyes, I said I was not the manager; that I am an engineer. The boy “Yaro” said in his poor English that he would have killed me right there if I had owned up to being the manager.

Do you feel he was going to kill you?

Yes, if I had answered him without clarifying that I wasn’t the manager, there is a tendency that he would kill me because those boys do not have mercy and human sympathy. Their leader asked me to be brought to him, “Call your oga patapata for company,” he said. I replied that I didn’t remember any phone number at the moment and that they should give me either my small phone or one of my SIM cards. The one they call “Yellow” brought some SIM cards, but none was mine.

Then the other Fulani teenager threatened to kill me, but the leader said no, that he shouldn’t kill me. I then requested my small phone, and luckily there was a message I had sent to Ridwan about a month earlier which still contained his number. I typed out his number and called him, luckily he picked up the call, and I said “Samuel” because I thought I was talking to Samuel, unaware that Samuel had died from the gunshot earlier. I was able to pass two pieces of information to Ridwan, of which one was “Please tell my wife and the chairman to contact the kidnappers on this number, send me my wife and chairman’s number.” The second one “I will send you a message please forward it to Victor.” Before I could say any other word, a blinding slap that opened my wound again threw the phone out of my hand.

I started bleeding from the wound again, and I was feeling dizzy, but I managed to tell the leader that I wanted to pass information to the chairman so that he would pick up my call if I called him from the phone they were using. He asked how, and I said I would need to send a message if he permits me. He then gave me the phone and said, “Do it quick.” I quickly typed two messages, one to Ridwan describing the location we were kept, the other telling the chairman I had been kidnapped.

I sent it to Ridwan and deleted it immediately. I left the chairman’s message on the phone and even showed their leader (Kidnapper) who waved me away. My wife called at about 4:50 am, and all she could offer was crying. Mr. Kola, our HIC, called at about 5:10 AM, and they made a ransom request of N30 million, which he said was difficult. He was asked to call back later.

How did you know the location where you were kept?

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The funny thing is that the location is not far from the farm where we were taken from. I had always passed by with my car when going to my workplace, but I never imagined there was a hiding place where kidnappers could be operating in the bush.

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How did you manage to stay calm during such a traumatic experience?

It wasn’t easy, but I just kept believing in God, even though my faith was shaking at a point. So, we were in the room where we were kept until early afternoon when the sound of a gunshot jolted everyone to attention. I later found out it was the vigilante group attempting to rescue us. One of the criminals volunteered to go after the gunman. About 10 minutes later, a lone gunshot was heard, and soon the volunteer returned with his victim’s gun and charms; he had killed the vigilante operative.

All nine of them started talking at once, asking who had called the vigilante. When things calmed down, I pointed out to them that the hiding place was close to a village and it was on the way to the villagers’ farm, so someone must have suspected that they were hiding there. They agreed, and the leader told them to prepare to move us out of there. Then, movement into another bush started. Earlier, I had told them that I could not walk well because I had terrible pain in my right leg and hip, so the leader said something to “Yellow,” and he went into the bush and came back with a walking stick for me to aid my walking.

We trekked for two hours in the forest towards Omu village along Papalanto. Then, we were asked to lie down in the bush to rest. We continued the journey from about 11 pm until 5 am. During the journey, we were beaten with wood and gun butts. I fainted twice. I was lying there for about 30 minutes feeling the bites of Soldier Ants. However, I didn’t have the strength to get up. I heard one of them cocking a gun, and I heard their leader telling him something in another language other than Hausa. When another camp was formed, we stayed there all day.

How many days did you spend in their den?

We spent six days. On the third day of our abduction, one of them was sent to fetch water with a five-litre keg. When he returned, he brought 10 plates of Jollof rice in disposable takeaway containers. They shared the food among themselves, leaving one plate which they gave me. Their leader said in his tattered Yoruba, “Baba daku daku eat that.” I asked about the others, but he shrugged and looked away. I couldn’t eat after three days without water, so I gave it to the rest of my fellow abductees.


Then, I begged our captors to please give me some water to drink, but they turned me down. Some minutes later, it started raining. I cut some leaves and folded them to scoop some rainwater and drink. In the night when we continued our journey, we entered a fenced estate site from the back at about 1:30 am. We drank water from the bricks the builders were using to mould blocks on-site. They kept us under one tree with two of them guarding us while the rest surveyed the area. I think there was a man who might have been in the military or an expert in firearms. He was the security man in that particular compound where we were kept.

When they sat us down, they asked three of them to monitor us, while the rest went to survey the area. We just heard gunshots. A few minutes later, they came back, and three of them were wounded. One out of the three was fatally wounded, and one of the two teenagers and one other guy sustained gunshot wounds. The fatally wounded man could not continue the journey, so they eased him out (he was later killed so that our journey would be faster and so that he wouldn’t be left there alive). They split us into two teams of three people each. The two Fulani men and the builder’s boy were taken away from the rest of us. I later found out they were the ones who buried the dead kidnapper and were released afterward.

On our side, we were led through a maize farm to a stream where we were allowed to drink water. By this time, I was weak, and my feet were badly sore, so one guy was asked to support me while we walked. I was given the deceased’s sandals. I had lost my canvas while being taken out of Eltees Farm. We crossed the road around an estate in the bush around Omu and arrived at a local palm oil factory where we rested for a while and moved into a thick forest. We made a camp where we stayed until night, then took a tour of the bush and came back to the camp at dawn. This was the routine until we were released.

How did you end up paying the ransom?

Before my release, negotiations continued with my nephew, Sunday Oladele, who was in contact with them. My co-workers and the whole management team had received instructions not to contact the kidnappers or me again. They were told to let my family handle the negotiation. They threatened my family to make them succumb to their demands.

I instructed my nephew to sell my car and house just to get me out of their clutches. Our chairman, Mr. Lanre Adesanya, gave my wife N1m, and our church pastor, Mr. Samuel Oluwafemi, went to borrow N500,000:00 from a microfinance bank. My nephew negotiated based on the cash at hand, and fortune smiled on us as they agreed to N1.5m each for me and the other captive. On the 3rd of June, Sunday Oladele was supposed to take the money to a particular location, but by midnight, he was still unable to get there. When he called, I told him in our local dialect to go back home and come back the following day.

Why did you ask your nephew to go back home?


So that he wouldn’t be killed, and I might not end up being killed too as it was too late. I couldn’t afford to lose myself, lose my nephew, and the money. So, my nephew communicated with the leader, and they agreed. That night, we didn’t sleep. We were just moving from one point to another. On June 4th, 2023, the ransom was delivered around 2 pm. The milk and malt they collected were shared among them, and they also shared the money, including the phones.

Three of them moved away immediately. At about 3:30 pm, another three, including the replacement of the deceased one, moved. At about 6 pm, when the last team was about to move, they ordered us to stand up, and three of them cocked their rifles and pointed them at us. I raised my hands and begged them to spare our lives. They later burst out in laughter and said we should go. They led us to an oil palm factory and gave us N1,000:00 each for a bike ride.

How did you manage to find your way home?

It took me about 40 minutes to walk from our location to Papa Road. I could hardly move my legs again. I was looking so unkempt and tattered that someone who didn’t know me would have mistaken me for a madman. When I got to the road and was about 2½ kilometers away from Iyana Ofada, only tippers and okadas plied the road. My pleas to them to take me out of the jungle fell on deaf ears, and my co-abductees were nowhere to be found.

They had left me behind. But, as fate would have it, they took the wrong route and had to take a bike towards me again. They picked me up on their way, and we arrived at the junction. The okada rider helped me find another Okada who conveyed me to Owode Egba.

What happened when you got home?

On my way home, I encountered a crowd at the Obafemi Owode police station. Although I was too weak to find out what was going on immediately, I got the report from my nephew (Sunday Oladele) the following day. While he was returning from the meeting point with the kidnappers, a set of local vigilantes who must have suspected something accosted them. When questions about their suspicious movement were raised, he narrated the whole story to them and told them that the criminals were about to leave the location as they were speaking. The locals mounted a roadblock, and fortunately, one of the kidnappers ran into them on a bike. He saw and recognised my nephew and instructed the bike rider to speed off to escape the local security men. The bike fell into a ditch, and the rider lost control, hitting an electric pole, and the passenger hit his head against the pole and eventually lost his life while being taken to the police station.


What are you thankful to God for?

I am grateful to God that my life was spared after the ransom was paid. I have heard stories of how people died even after ransoms were paid for them. It was a sad experience; I spent some days in the hospital, and now my right leg is still not completely healed. I resigned from work to be able to take care of my health and I am still recuperating.

the state of insecurity is very bad. they need to start executing these kidnappers on site. NASS should not stop with passing death penalty law for drug dealers, they should do it to kidnappers

the original article on punch is ok.

Jakumo:


I also noticed three repetitions of the same paragraph, forcing me to skip ahead for the rest of the terrifying story. An editor deserves a generous flogging for that error.