Passing
through Kaduna State on Sunday 21st of October 2018, to connect to Kano State
for a two day Media Dialogue on Equity for the Girl Child Education , I never
thought would end up bloody for me..
About
4:35pm ,Two times this gentleman who was in thesame car with me woke me up and
said "Madam stay awake" ,I replied him, see i had written stories
previous nights before I embarked on this journey. Again this man woke me up
and said "madam pls stay awake".
Then I
opened my sleepy eyes very wide
and
clearly I saw Miltary officers seated on their vehicles. Suddenly, a fellow
passenger like me said " Madam we have been making calls to know the
safest road" & I said you mean this road is safe for us all? They all
answered Yes. Suddenly at Kaduna By- Pa
ss,I saw a
trailer blocking the road and traffic was building up and the driver of thesame
car I boarded( public transport of ofcourse) beckoned on one of the youths
holding a fibre of an iron, of course he responded in Hausa language &
another passenger translated this to me that he wanted to find another route
out of By- Pass.
Suddenly,
a number of the young men sighted me in the car & my driver started
pleading with them, telling them " Da Allah ki ya kuri" ,I was the
only female in the car and extremely unusual of me I wore what you saw in the
pictures above with an headtie ( turban)that I had on me.
RACE OF MY
LIFE
The
youngmen best described as Micreants were more than fifteen,they started
hitting the side of the car I was, Actually my head was blank, I couldn't say
one word of prayer, I didn't panic and I was ready to run the race of my life.
Immediately
my fellow passengers took to their heels from the front door and the left door
side , then I summoned courage opened the right side door which was already
confronted by men holding all manner of irons and stones. My turban ( headtie)
fell off , And I started running towards an uncompleted building immediately I
realised I could be finished in the building, With heavy stones landing on my
back and long metallic objects hitting my body from people running after me ,I
turned an thought of crossing the Gutters on Kaduna by - Pass.
O Yes I
fell down with the heaviness & marathon of stones landing on my body then I
watched myself being LYNCHED with all manners of iron rods, sticks and i was
being stonned at thesame time.
Nobody
dared stopped these youths from stonning me neither was I rescued from their
hands.
I actually
saw one of them videoing what they were doing to me & I sincerely was
running within me to catch up with breathe. Death is Painful.
I suddenly
didn't not feel the hitting of the irons on my body again & the stones were
no longer making sounds to me. I was hearing ,Jesus is Lord inside my Head
clearly as if with a mega phone, I was seeing my mother's,my Son & my
daughter's faces all at thesame time & some how I kept hearing in my head that
all they were doing was not up to Labour Pains.
I crawled
inside the Gutters ,of course I was already almost inside the Gutters by
by-Pass. I felt peace in my body & I found solace inside the Gutters. I saw
these youths gathered on the other side ,I blurringly saw a crowd of men
watching me , And I saw clearly one of them carrying a stone with his two hands
right over me, I raised up one hand pleading to him& making gestures
appealing. That was the last I saw.
HEAVY
SLEEP OVER POWERED ME
Heavy
& Deep Sleep came over me inside the Gutters,the thing overpowered me &
I watched my hand threw away, from this moment I didn't know what happened
again ,I cannot tell what,where & anything about me again. I don't know
what switched me off. I was completely switched off.
Till I
woke up at AMRULLAH Hospital (also along Kaduna by-Pass )on a stretcher , I
started talking telling them I am a Journalist with Voice of Nigeria and I was
only passing by Kaduna State to attend a Media Dialogue in Kano State. I
attempted standing from the stretcher my body didn't respond. I was asked for
phone numbers , Heaven helped me to remember my younger sister's number &
the father of my children's number.
AMRULLAH
Hospital ...
Totally to
my rescue, about six drips including flagyl & All manners were set into my
system. I was revived, Head suturing were done, the young Muslim doctor was
crying while suturing my head, hospital attendants were cleaning stretcher
stained with my blood. Everybody was put on guard. The Miscreants traced me to
the hospital & demanded that the lady brought in should be released by the
hospital to be killed. This Muslim hospital saved me,hidded me away from them
& I realised I was kept in a ward locked with a nurse who was given
instructions not to open the ward to anyone she possibly didnt know the voice.
Only the Hospital Manager, the doctor on duty & two nurses were given
access to where I was.
2nd Day
I asked
the only face I saw when I woke
up from
the "deep sleep", I said Pls who brought me. He looked at me with
tears filled in his eyes & said A JTF Member brought you life-less. He said
"we rejected you because you were not breathing and demanded he should not
drop your body with us"
The
AMRULLAH Hospital Manager said, when we refuse to take you the JTF Man dropped
you on our stretcher & said you could come back that we should try.
AMRULLAH
Hospital treated me & stabilised me. Then A thousand plus calls came on the
Hospital Managers' Phone,they said My Family Members were dead alive &
Colleagues had sleepless night.
I do have
a lot to say about Kaduna State October 2018 crises. While recuperating &
bn on bed rest I think when my Nurse ( My mum's eyes ) are few times away from
me) I think about being carried from the Gutters by an Unknown Possibly Muslim
JTF Member, I think about AMRULLAH Hospital ( a complete Muslim hospital who
God used to stabilised me after coming out of deep sleep & yet not
delivering me into the hands of the Hot Headed Miscreants, I think about the
safety of Nigerian road users TRAVELLERS in the midst of CRISES across
Nigeria???
So many
thoughts feeling my sutured head but I sure must put all these thoughts down...
That I am
Alive alone for now ,I am grateful to God Almighty.
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