"On her Facebook page, Maranatha Innocent described the horrifying way she was kidnapped by ritualists on the 8th of March, she went missing for 4 days. Here's her survival story:


The 8th of March 2017 will forever remain a day to remember. So I went to the bank to withdraw some money since my mum needed it that evening and I wouldn't be back home until 5pm. Of course banks will be closed by then so I had to withdraw that morning. Like every other day, I left for school after I finished from the bank (cake school). 

Funny enough I closed early that day. Left the bakery, couldn't get a bike, had to walk down the road before I saw an okada. Good afternoon, good afternoon. Behind midway inn (from makurdi club) how much??100 naira. Okay. And off we went. For those of us who are familiar with makurdi, after tito gate, savannah round about, katsina ala street and then still on katsina ala street, by the sharp bend heading to bank road, there`s Word Aflame and then where they dump refuse. 

Na im this oga stop say im won piss. Well of course I have taken bikes before and they have stopped to "piss" and there after, our journey continues. So when this oga stopped, I didn't suspect anything fishy. I backed him while he was doing his business and I stood there "pressing phone". Next thing, a vehicle pulled over in front of me, three guys came down. One from the driver`s seat, and two from the passengers side. Those from the passengers side walked up to me while the other came down and leaned by the door. 

After we exchanged pleasantries, they asked for directions to"Tionsha". I turned to describe the place, and thats all I can remember.

Ghen! Ghen!! It was like I was sleeping and woke up in a certain room. My hands tied behind me, legs tied in front, my mouth was also tied. Three other ladies were there who were also tieds,, we all sat on the floor. The room was painted yellow, it had two doors. One for the toilet and the other led outside. There was a table and a chair, a wall clock, a ceiling fan and it was all ruged. 

I have never been soo scared in my life. You know the feeling of crying over and over again. Confessing your sins over and over and making several promises to God if only He will deliver me and help me leave there alive. The guys came in to keep watch over us wearing masks, there would sit and stare at us while we cry in our hearts since we couldn't cry out. 

Well, that was on a Wednesday. We were there till Saturday without food or water. The only Communication we had was if we wanted to go to toilet. You either nod or shake your head.


So on Saturday, at about past 4pm, a man walked in with something like a walking stick in a white agbada, bare feet and a turban tied around his head. I sat on the floor by the door, he walked pass me and went to the lady at the end of the room. He placed the staff over her head. Nothing happened and then he gave her a dirty slap. He then placed it again and it made a sound of a welding machine. (When two metals are been weld together)My heart was pounding inside my chest, sweating like I have never sweated before. 

The uncle placed it on the head of both the second and third ladie, and it made the same sound effortlessly. And then it was my turn. Still sweating and shaking like a leaf. He then placed it over my head, lo and behold, no sound. And then he gave me the most dirty slap I have ever received. He adjusted it and placed it over my head again. Still no sound. And that was how he ordered that I should be taken out. They quickly blind folded me, raised me and it was like I fell asleep again. And when I woke up, it was night already. I was bare feet. Everything was gone. Looking homeless, scattered, shattered and battered. Extremely weak. 

So, I found myself in front of Loekka International Academy, staggered to the road, sat on the walk ways trying to gather the remaining strength I had. Stopped several bikes but since I looked homeless, they just drove off immediately. I was able to stop one who kept looking at me while I tried to mutter my house address. Well, I got home safe, though extremely traumatized. After the horror movie that kept playing in front me. 

This is my story.

source: http://baesdiary..com.ng/2017/03/here-is-miraculous-story-of-how.html#more

cc: Lalasticlala

see more of her pictures and testimonies here: http://baesdiary..com.ng/2017/03/here-is-miraculous-story-of-how.html#more

Thank God for her life, God will save us from hands of the wicked, it just wasn't her time


I remember a guy who was a leader of a dance group in my school then, staunch womanizer and party freak. On one faithful Friday he went to club at Ibadan all the way from Lag, on his way back Saturday morning he boarded a vehicle filled with a full family and other peeps who were returning from Redeem camp, on their way back they had an accident, every one died except this party goer without even a scratch .

It is not by being holy or righteous, God's ways aren't ours, if it's not your time then no evil can before you


May God never allow us die before our time or prematurely.

Thank GOD for your safety. This our Makurdi scares me sometimes. I read about her on Benue Facebook community and we all prayed in faith for her return. Finally you are safe. Remain blessed brethren.

Lucky dude. Some of the missing persons have been used for money ritual. Its by divine grace that u escaped. Nowadays ritualist are prowling like a hungry lion looking for who to devour. I thank God for u o. GOD will expose all the evil doers and they will all go to hell fire

What a yarn. Girls been cooking up stories since 1914. Why not tell the truth of how you were camped by ur bf for 4 days