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Determined, I continued focusing on Rabiu, the gang leader. During this time, Nenchin Moses confessed that Rabiu had been arrested three months prior and detained by SARS. I suggested pulling out Rabiu’s records and locating the person who had secured his release, but SARS dismissed my suggestion as immaterial. Later, I remembered that Rabiu’s brother Dogo was at Amansea. When we followed up, we found out he had already fled. Tracking Rabiu’s numbers was frustrating, as all the lines were switched off. On June 20, one of the trackers managed to locate a new number belonging to a gang member named Buba. He was traced to Zaki Biam in Benue State. I sent someone to Benue with help from the police, but they couldn’t access the area because it was considered unsafe and required military intervention, which I couldn’t afford, Dem say police not fit arrest person for there na only army get the power. Somehow, Buba found out he was being tracked and switched off his phone, disappearing for a while. Two days later, my tracker obtained his new number and traced him to Taraba State. By this time, I was running low on funds. I had spent a lot on hospital bills, mobilizations, and tracking efforts, with each analysis costing ₦100,000. I was still determined to find those who tried to kill me. A Good Samaritan offered to assist me mobilize the police to arrest Buba in Jalingo through a soft target, his girlfriend. We were making plans to send the police to apprehend him in Taraba when I received an unexpected call from my uncle in Adamawa State. My uncle informed me that he had just spotted my car on the road and was chasing it. I quickly sent him money to mobilize the police. He eventually caught up with the car at a filling station and confronted the driver. He confirmed it was my car with a new plate number. Despite a new plate number being installed on the car, my uncle recognized it instantly. The car had a unique mark that only someone familiar with it would notice. My uncle often used the car whenever his in the East and, as a panel beater, was particularly observant of such details. So, my uncle grabbed the driver and handed him over to the police. Under questioning, the driver admitted he bought the car for 4 million naira, paying 2.5 million upfront, with the balance still outstanding. When pressed to reveal who sold him the car, he agreed to take the authorities to the seller. or good news as the driver led the team to the location. The tension was overwhelming—I couldn’t stop wondering who they would encounter. And then, just as they arrived, there he was—Rabiu, the elusive mastermind, completely unsuspecting. The moment he realized what was happening, he made a desperate attempt to escape. But this time, there was no way out. The police moved in swiftly, and Rabiu was finally arrested. For me, it was a moment of immense relief and triumph—a major breakthrough in the case
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As I lay there on the highway, he came close, still pointing the gun at me, but I lay still, praying in my mind, “Don’t shoot again.” My Blood was everywhere, and he confirmed I was dead before rushing back to the car and driving off, leaving me in my pool of blood around 1 a.m. I lay there in agony, thinking I was going to die. I asked myself why they had to shoot me again. I wasn’t a threat anymore; why shoot me again? That question echoed in my mind. Cars continued to pass without stopping, avoiding my body in the middle of the road. I waved my hands for help as they drove by, but none stopped. I couldn’t move any part of my body except my hands. Over 30 cars passed without anyone stopping. I realized no help was coming; my motionless body lay in the middle of the road. After some time, I tried shaking my legs, and to my surprise, they moved! I was relieved because I thought they were numb. I decided to move my body out of the road. I attempted to stand but fell because the bullet passed through my hip, only my flesh on the right was holding it. I could feel the pain; the other side was swollen. I wasn’t sure how bad it was, but all my waist was on fire. Some drivers nearly ran over me, forcing me to move my body away from the center of the highway toward the pavements that divide the road. That night was brutal. I lay there, bleeding and in pain, for about two hours, knowing that help wasn't coming. I felt sure I was going to die. As I lay there helpless, my life flashed before me. I thought about my family and how I had come to Awka to bury my mom, now I will be buried. I feared for my siblings, who depended on me, and I called on God for help. Only the sounds of birds and the occasional passing car broke the silence, and I realized no human was coming to help me. I called on my late parents, especially my sweet mom, telling her I was coming because I was so tired. My vision blurred, my throat was dry, and I was too exhausted to wave. I prayed, accepting my fate, gave my life to Christ again, and asked Him to accept my soul. Looking up, I saw only darkness, no hope anywhere, just my blood-soaked body. I was becoming weaker, dizzy, and had a strong urge to sleep, knowing that if I closed my eyes, all the agony would go away. So I decided to let go, imagining my friends finding my body in the morning and taking me to the morgue. I imagined being buried beside my mom and how heartbroken my friends and siblings would be. But still, no help came. I could only guess the time, but I knew the night was long, and daybreak was far off. Just as I was about to close my eyes and accept my death, I saw a torchlight in the distance, about 500 meters away. Hope surged back into me. I knew I could get help if I could reach the light, but I was weak, how can I move my motionless body with damaged waist. I tried to stand, despite the pain in my waist. I moved to the pavement divider, trying to pull myself up, but I fell, hitting my waist painfully on the ground. I tried again, holding onto the pavement, moving slowly toward the light, but the pain was too much, and I fell again. Finally, I decided to crawl toward it. Pushing my body along the rough highway surface with only my elbows and arms, I kept low. Whenever I spotted a car, I lay flat, pretending to be dead, hoping they wouldn’t come back and shoot me a third time. The friction against the rough ground gave me cuts, and my arms began to bleed, but I kept moving. Eventually, I reached there and it was aluminum company near the highway and I began shouting for help. I was so cold, shivering, and very thirsty. I kept calling out, “Help! I need a hospital!” After about 30 minutes, they pointed a torchlight toward me, and a few men came out, cocking their guns—around four armed men. Terrified, I started screaming, “Don’t shoot!”
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