After My Chauffeur Pulled Out A Knife To Robb Me, I did This

Hello friends! Yesterday I shared a post about my first ever armed robbery experience in Northern Nigeria and a few people were curious to know what I did after my phone and original certificates were taken away by my chauffeur around 2am in the night in a place I was a stranger to.
This is to continue from where I left off.

So, I started to trace my steps back to where we were checked by some officers on duty. Between security dogs barking like I was some kind of thief lurking around the neighborhood and me saying prayers loud and fast, I made my way back without an iota of fear. How I was able to trace my way back that day is still a wonder. Normally, I'm very bad at finding places and to make things worse, I didn't pay attention to the route we followed because I was on a call almost throughout the short trip from the motor park to the point I was robbed.

The distance to the check point was made even less scary by a good Samaritan that obviously was returning from a night club. He was in his car and offered to accompany me to the check point. Only that he won't have me inside the car to avoid any implications. I couldn't be any more glad by his innocent and kind offer. And so I trekked while the good Samaritan drove slowly by my side.

The officers were surprised to see me. Little wonder they recognised me immediately since we had a good chat earlier when they knew I was a National Youth Corper going to camp. I explained everything that happened and they told me what legal actions to take regarding my stolen certificates. They apologized for the fact that they needed to leave that spot for a special call and left me with the stranger to take me home after noting the particulars of the stranger.

The stranger grudgingly accepted to take me home and we headed of in his car. A few distance away from the check point, the stranger stoped and asked me to step down. He said he couldn't take me to my destination anylonger because his wife has been calling and he does not want to face the wrath of his wife. I tried negotiating with money. I even feign cry and pity but he wouldn't bulge. He insisted I get off his car and so I did. Once again I was on the street of nowhere around 3am with no sense of direction.

Meanwhile, before he drove off he told me that the next police check point was right ahead and that I should keep walking straight. So I did as I resumed praying out loud.

After what seemed like forever, I began to see flickers of lights right ahead and I was relieved to know that I was close.

A beaming light shone from behind me and I quickly moved to the safest part of the Tared road.
A rich man in his huge jeep dressed in an expensive tuxedo suit looking like a high class government official who had just left the club too parked beside me and demanded to know what a fragile young girl like myself was doing on the street of Government house area of Kano state by that time of the night.

I narrated everything to him and he told me to hop on his car that he would take me to that check point ahead. He didn't look hostile. He was dressed very differently like most northerners would. I felt his offer of kindness and so I joined him in his luxurious jeep.

We finally arrived the second check point and I explained myself. Like I predicted, the rich Samaritan in the jeep was saluted by the police and he gave the officers an instruction to have me pass the night at the police station before I call my parents later that morning since it was 3:30am ish. He deeper his hand into his pocket and brought out some new notes. I refused to collect the gifts politely but the police officers encouraged me to collect it.

They gave me a sit and for the first time that night, I relieved my aching legs. I couldn't removed my snickers because mosquitoes were very much on duty too.

After a short while, the officers informed me that its not security safe for me to remain with them since they could have a mission at any moment. Plus they need to split and do a routine tour.

So I was asked to join the officers going back to the station. I was happy to leave that mosquito territory. Little did I know that the police station was the head quarter of those mosquitoes. They just swam like its their happy place.

To cut the long story short, I slept on the bench with one eye open since I couldn't trust the police officers too because of the stories I heard as a child growing up. However, that experience taught me that there were still good and dedicated police officers. The officers at the station treated me like I was a national treasure. Even though I knew I was.

The day got brighter and brighter. It was time I called home since 7am came already and so I did.

Epilogue
My case was transfered to the farm centre in charge of the area which I was robbed.

I was asked to file a police case and swear an affidavit for my lost credentials.

The thief was eventually traced with the special and unique number on my phone package box.

I recovered my phone and certificate. But all other things like cloths, wrist watch, my new and very expensive cream and favorite dress were gone. Infact, when I was made to come face to face with the thief for confirmation at the station, he came out looking fresh! Thanks to my expensive cream. It was my first time of trying out that very product. Smh

That experience taught me a lot and I was grateful for the presence of God through it all.

There was an after effect of the whole ordeal on my mental health which I never anticipated though. Now I know why people were advised to go for therapy after a shocking experience.

I felt great emotions remembering and writing about the experience once again.

Let me know in the comment session if you're up for the rest gist.

Thanks For Reading.