THE DIARY GAME:- I narrowly escaped a gang of kidnappers today while driving from Epe into Ogun state for an intervention.
I noticed this Toyota Camry tailing our car from Lekki expressway into Ibeju Lekki highway.
On 3 occasions I asked my driver to slow down so the car would overtake us, and after it did, the driver would throttle ahead of us, disappear into a fuelling station, or clear by a roadside Vulcanizer's and pretend to be pumping his tyre or filling his tank.
After we drove past, he would meander back into the road several meters behind us and slowly resume tailing.
I told my driver, Mr. Kabiru that we had company and told him not to panic but to keep driving while I consult with my spirit guides on what to do.
I applied some ROBB mentholated ointment in my eyes, closed my lids briefly and zoomed out in a trance.
In the trance I saw that they were 5 occupants in the vehicle.
3 in the back, and 1 in the front next to the driver.
All 5 occupants of the car had taken a blood covenant and bathed in the bI00d of a black cat.
I saw that they were seasoned k!dnappers who worked with organ harvesters.
They targeted prominent Nigerians, socialites and social media influencers who have a reputation of successfully soliciting for funds from the public.
Their modus operandi was— k!dnap you— force your family and loved ones to raise the ransome money— seII you to 0rgan harve$ters to see what vital organ of yours was needed— then dump what's left of you for your family to find.
Your survival was based on chance and lack.
They had hand guns— a revolver, 2 Uzzi semi automatic rifles and a Colt pistol. All foreign made.
They also had gas masks, tear gas, c0ndoms, ropes, blindfolds, 4 amulets that consisted of crushed Scorpions and the teeth of an Alligator, a 6 year old male Agama lizard tied in the pIacenta of a chiId.
I woke up from my trance sweating.
I told my driver what I saw and I could see him beginning to get worried as he glanced upwards at his rear view mirror.
His fears resurged as he sighted the cream Camry still following us.
I told him that we were going to escape.
My Spirit guides told me I shouldn't try to flex my spiritual muscles, but to apply wisdom and trust in my divinity.
At that instant we were travelling at 85km/h and had passed the Dangote refinery after Eleko and approaching Isé community.
To our right was the Atlantic ocean— blue and infinite.
To our left were stretches and stretches of swampy wasteland.
There was no human settlement within a 4 kilometer radius all around us.
Not even a single one.
Even Dangote tankers carrying PMS and NPK weren't in sight as it had started to drizzle.
Next thing we heard was something violent ramming into our boot from behind.
Our car rear skidded unsteadily to the left and bounded back to the road.
Aghast, I looked back and saw the Camry measuring up with us shoulder to shoulder.
True enough, there were 4 men in the car with the driver.
2 of them were assembling a fire arm that I couldn't see properly beyond the muzzle of the gun.
They all wore white clothes— like white garment Jesuits.
The occupant of the front seat next to the driver signalled for us to stop.
My driver started reciting a prayer in the Koran.
I told him to keep driving and NEVER think of slowing down.
I wound my back window down raised my both palms towards our attackers and started speaking rapidly in Ivanian with my eyes closed.
I spoke rapidly cursing them in every syllable of Ivanian and begging all the bad spirits from my mother's side and father's side to punish these people for all the bad things I had done in this life.
I cursed them in Ivanian for exactly 52 seconds and then punctuated my prayers with a brutal biting of my lower lip until it bled.
I hadn't even opened my eyes yet when I started hearing the screeching of car tyres.
Everything happened so fast that it took me and my driver almost a minute to process what we were witnessing.
Because nothing we witnessed made sense.
But all we saw was this Camry careening off the highway and plummetting through the dwarf bridge into the Atlantic ocean.
A few kilometers from La Campagne Tropicana phase III.
My driver nearly peed himself from relief.
I told him to keep driving and never look back.
He did as I commanded.
We kept driving.
We didn't stop.
We just reached Abeokuta now.
No scars.
No injuries.
We are shaken but beyond thankful.
Pay attention to this Toyota Camry in case they make it out alive.