I ESCAPED: I WAS NEARLY KIDNAPPED!

Hello Hivers and my precious Hive community. I wasn't active yesterday and a lot has to do with it. This happened on Tuesday but I was in too much of a shock to actually talk about it.

JUST LIKE THE TITLE SAYS...

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Sometimes, you wouldn't understand the way things have become until you experience it yourself. This year, a schoolmate was kidnapped on his way back from school and killed. I just want to bless God for his infinite mercies because, wow... Do you actually understand that I may not have posted yesterday or today because I was kidnapped? Or worse...killed! The perpetrators who are the Fulanis have taken this thing to another level.

REMEMBER ZAINAB?

I remember talking about Zainab who is a convert. She was with me when this all happened. We didn't fall victim, thank God. If you're in Kaduna you'd grasp a better mental picture.

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After exams, we took a bus from Kawo to Kasua. At that Leventis roundabout, me being a really sensitive person, I felt a shift in the atmosphere. Like the temperature literally dropped.

I was listening to music because I and Zainab are both introverted and like our space. So she wouldn't talk and neither would I. We'd just enjoy a comfortable silence till we begin to race to pay the bus fare. She hates it when I pay.

I took out my earpiece and looked around. Zainab must have felt it because she turned to look at me and her eyes brimmed with suspicion.

The whole passengers had highlighted the bus and we were the two left. However, where my senses heightened was when two things happened simultaneously.

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The driver's countenance changed and the air about him became really dangerous. Two, the conductor who was formally calling Sabo changed it to Goningora when we got to a group of people. Then, an old man got into the bus at the front seat, he had a quarrel with the driver who was too nonchalant to open the door. Then the oddest thing happened. The man looked warily at the driver and then at the two of us(his eyes conveyed a message I failed to grasp but Zainab did) and then got down with such speed, I thought he'd fall. Zainab then said immediately after, "let's go down". The driver began to move the bus, preventing us from leaving.

I sat up and put my phone and earphones in my bag ready to put up one hell of a fight.

The driver must have noticed my claws because he pulled over at Kano road but then four boys appeared from no where and blocked the entrance of the bus. They'd prevent us from trying to get down.

The driver got down from the car and the conductor was no where to be found.

The driver went to "fix" the the door of the car and began conversing with boys in a language I knew wasn't Hausa because I would have been able to understand little of it.

They were still talking when Zainab cried with urgency that we should get down. We tried to, they blocked us. I remember laughing and saying, "I will shout o".

Zainab barreled through with all her strength and I followed suit. See, it can only be God.

When we finally got another "safe" bus, we weren't talking because of the shock. When we got to our bustop, Danbo bridge, Zainab opened up. She said, "Those guys were speaking Fulani. My language. And they were telling the driver, two are enough."

I reeled back and I laughed but my whole body was shaking. How this would have been, Zainab who dressed like a Muslim would be spared and her family called for ransom. I wouldn't have the same fate. Nigerians you know what I mean.

ALL GLORY TO GOD...

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I bless God because, he worked for us on Tuesday. If I wasn't sensitive to the spirit, I may not be alive today. I still can't even wrap my head around it. Yesterday, I shared my testimony during the mid-week service in church and my pastor prayed for me after. There's a blessing he always releases after every service. A blessing I know by heart and carry with me,
"The Lord bless you, the Lord keep you, cause his face to shine upon you, be gracious unto you. There shall be no loss, where blood is wasted yours shall not be wasted rather you would see the recompense of the wicked. The Lord bless you."

I am too Marked of God for the devil to lay hands on and too Graced for destruction.

Please, if you're in Kaduna and take public transport, be prayerful. Not only Kaduna, the whole Nigeria. These are the perilous times.

P.S I'm still a bit overwhelmed.