SAVE MY MOTHER Episode 13 – Samlex LOP
SAVE MY MOTHER 13 (True life story)
“I will Bell the cat, this is my cup to bare,” I said as they all looked at me.
The room was silent for a while, every body looked moody.
“Guys come off it, if everything works out fine, which I know it will, I will survive, so please Peter let’s move on with the plan,” I said encouraging them.
“So Peter what is the next step?” asked John.
“When we locate them through the GPS, we would strike in the night when they least expected, so we will be needing guns and a buss for the victims.”
“We need a plan B, if anything should happen with plan A,” Michael said and we nodded in agreement.
“Ok, this is plan B and plan C,” said Peter as we listen attentively.
I called the number on the phone and he picked almost immediately.
“We will be needing some guns and enough bullets, a car, a bus for the people we will be carrying, a tracker and GPS,” i said.
“Will be ready by dawn tomorrow,” he replied and ended the call immediately.
We stayed inside the room all day going over the plans over and over again making sure there was nothing we were missing.
We woke up to a knock on the door the next morning, and John went to check the door, he came back with a box looking at us confused.
“No body was at the door just this box,” he said.
“Then that is what we ordered for,” I said taking the box from him.
“Does that mean you have never seen who drops them off?” John asked me.
“No, never, I don’t know if they are ghost,” I replied.
“This is mysterious,” said Peter.
I opened the big box to see a lot of guns fully loaded with other bullet, two car keys and a GPS tracker.
“Wow, how did they get all this within this short period?” asked Michael.
“We are really dealing with something bigger than us,” John said relaxing on the bed.
I stepped out to inspect the car and buss.
Later that evening, I and Peter went out to locate the man’s house with the description he gave us before.
It was difficult locating his house but after a long time we got it, his house was one of the smallest on the street that I wonder if he really was into kidnapping because I know how lucrative it is.
We knocked on the door and after a while he opened the door and was surprised seeing us on his door step.
“Walia, I welcome, come inside,” he said in his Hausa tongue.
We entered inside to meet a nice furnished house, with expensive furnitures, “this man is living a low profile,” I said to myself.
He offered us seat and we sat down, “we promised we would come and here we are,” I said to him.
“Welcome, I make happy,” he said and called out to his wife, “bring food for my friends.”
“No, don’t worry, we are about leaving, we just say make we come greet you,” Peter said.
We stood up to leave, “make una chop something na,” he said.
“Next time, we just dy come from our uncle place, and we don chop already,” said Peter.
We headed to the door and he followed us to the door saying goodbye as we walked down the street.
We turned to see him on his phone talking to someone but couldn’t hear him because of distance and when he noticed we turned to look at him, he waved at us and we waved back.
When we were out of sight, Peter quickly took an Okada and left while I continued walking, after about ten minutes a car pulled up beside me and some armed men with their face covered rushed down and surrounded me, they covered my face with a black cloth and pushed me inside the car driving away immediately.
After driving for a long time, they finally stopped, I was pushed down and draged along a parth, but I couldn’t see because my head was still covered.
After walking for some time, I could hear voices from the place we were heading to, I was pushed inside something like a cage and the left.
I could hear noise from afar, they were talking but I didn’t understand the language they were speaking.
I can’t say what the time was because all I could see from the bag covering my face was total darkness.
“Who is there?” I asked when I heard some movement close to me.
