Lydia Jaja, an entrepreneur in Port Harcourt recounts her experience of how Opobo saved her at the hands of ritualists, one year after.
It happened last year on my way coming back home, I entered the wrong vehicle at location headed to Choba. I didn’t know, until we got to NTA road, one of them at the front entered the back seat.
And that was when they were like “Hey, lie down”, they started moving, and they were taking me to their camp, that night.
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I was just praying in my mind, “God help me. What kind of problem is this?”
So they (the kidnappers cum ritualists) collected my ATM card, one of them dropped, withdrew all the money I had in my account. When he was done, he then called them and they went back to pick him up.
As we were moving, I think they got a call from their people, asking them, “Where are you guys now?” They said they were coming that they are at Artillery.
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I don’t know what touched them, they now turned again and now asked me where I was from, and I told them Opobo.
Then we’re like, “Wow! Okay,” that they won’t do me anything cos I am their sister. If not they would have carried me and cross water and probably killed me and the rest could have been history!
So they now gave me transport and gave me back my phone and everything. They now dropped me one place and said if I walk down, I’ll get to Rumuola. That was how I was saved!