A young woman in Lagos who
was kidnapped and taken to a ritualist’s den has narrated her ordeal.
Ozioma Eberechukwu, a student
at the Abia State University, was reportedly abducted at her uncle’s shop in
the popular Alaba market area of the state.
She later found herself in
what can only be described as a house of horrors with people being butchered
right before her very eyes.
The Sun reports:
This is her story, as she told it herself:
Sometimes I go to my uncle’s shop at Alaba International market to help
out when I’m chanced. On Wednesday, October 23, 2013 I went to the shop as
usual. I was pressed so I went to the toilet to ease myself. As I was returning
to the shop, two men came behind me. They brought out a white handkerchief and
placed it on my nose and I lost my senses. I did not know what happened after
that or where they took me to.
Later, I found myself in one big house. In that massive compound, I saw
five people there including a pregnant woman. She appeared weak and looked
forlorn. There were two very tall, huge men there too. They looked like
bouncers. They came and quickly undressed us. Then they rubbed some oily
substances on us that made our body shine. It was smelling like Olive oil. Then
they began to beat us mercilessly as if we had stolen.
They forced us to eat rice, beans and fried plantain. They gave us
something to drink, I know it was liquid but I can’t say exactly what type of
soft drink except for the colour. It was pinkish. Then, they asked us to
line-up. Before then they asked for our names.
There was a tall mirror by his side. As they call your name, you match
forward. They will remove the scarf over your eyes for you to see the butcher
as he was killing people. Within few seconds he will cut off some-body’s head
and blood will gush out from the head like a fountain; the blood will rush up
and then down on the dead body before reaching the flood.
But instead of allowing the blood to waste, one of them brought a bowl
to collect it as it oozes from the severed neck. One of the men then tilted the
victim’s neck towards the container to ensure that not even a drop of blood was
wasted. In that building is a deep well where they throw corpses. As we
watched, the butchers killed two people, a boy and a girl. Then the third was a
pregnant woman, while the fourth and fifth were men.
I was nuber six and the second girl. When it was my turn. They called
my name and I stepped out naked. Immediately, I developed goose pimples and I
said ‘God, is this how I will end up?’ I was really scared. In fact, I was more
dead than alive. In short, I came face to face with death. Suddenly one of the
butchers shouted: “Who brought this girl here?” He was very angry. Then he
said: “Come and take her away to the place you brought her from before she
spoils things here.” Immediately one of them came to me and said, “Ozioma,
come.” He brought my clothes, my pant and brassiere, and dressed me up because
I was too weak.
He just led me out of the place into the darkness. All this time I
could not speak, but I heard everything they were saying; I also saw what they
were doing. That was how one of them took me out of their den and dumped me
along the road. I didn’t know where I was, whether it was Lagos or elsewhere. I
tired, I just lay by the side of the road.
When I saw motorists I managed to wave, but they didn’t bother to
answer until when one kind man came. The man saw how I was waving and came to
me. I could not talk so he gave a pen and I wrote my parents’ address at Isashi
near Okokomaiko. When he read the note he told me I was at Iyana Ipaja,
Alimosho Local Government Area.
He took me to the motor park and paid the conductor and told him to
drop me at Iyana School, where I came down. When I got to Iyana School, another
man also came to my help like the first person. He also paid my fare to my
home. I could not enter our house. It was while I was crawling towards our
house that my mum and siblings saw me.
I was still seeing the ritualists in my subconscious. They wore red and
black clothes. I saw a snake and a baby. Then my mum came out. I think at this
time, I started to wave goodbye to her. I was hearing the ritualists calling me
to come. So I started crying that I want to go, I want to go; that I want to
die. Then my family began to pray. I could hear them, but I was too weak to say
or do anything reasonable.
My mum told me later that that was when she phoned Prophet Lenke (of
Liberation Embassy, Agboju) to come. According to her, this was around 11 pm,
24 hours after I disappeared from Alaba International Market.
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