How I Escaped from the monsters

I was once kidnapped, but God came through for me. It happened in 2016, but anytime I remember it, or read about any news about kidnappers, I always have an emotional shut-down, more like a deja Vu.

It was on a Monday morning, and I was driving in my car to one of the rural areas where our company had acquired, for inspection. I work in a real estate company.

I was only 28 years old, and was doing really well for myself. I was driving in high spirits, listening to worship songs when I was suddenly accosted by a group of young men. At first, I thought they were uniformed men in mufti, but with speed, they whisked me out of my car, and bundled me far from the major road. Everything happened in a flash, and before I could process what was happening, I was already in a thick forest, surrounded by fierce looking men. 

They stripped me off of every item of clothing on me, down to my boxers, tied my hands and legs, and pushed me to the ground. From where I lay, I scanned around the environment, but every where was just bush, it can pass for an evil forest. I prayed silently in my mind for God to intervene and help me. My kidnappers were standing not far from where I was, and were discussing. I couldn't pick up what they were saying because it was a mixture of pidgin English, slangs and a corrupted version of the local language. 

My kidnappers left me in the care of four men and walked out. I was left alone with my thoughts. These men dragged me to a makeshift hut and left me there. I thought of my parents, my siblings, my family, and I let down tears. Will I ever get to see them again?

I was captured around mid morning, and I was there till the sun turned a sunset orange, meaning that it was already evening, and nightfall will soon set in.

I prayed to God for help. I really prayed ooo. The weather suddenly became cloudy, the trees waving to the left and right. I tried to adjust myself in the uncomfortable position I was, and I noticed that the rope tied on my leg has loosened a bit. My heart missed a bit for a second. I moved my legs again, and the ropes loosened the more. It must have untied when they were dragging me to the hut. I looked around and the men were not in sight. I freed my feet from the shackles and stood up. My hands were still tied, but I didn't mind. I took the opposite direction and fled. It seems that heavens was on my side because it started to rain immediately. The sound of the rains drowned the sounds from my legs that nobody could see me escape. I know the men will soon run into that hut, and I doubled my speed. 

But how far can I go when my hands are still tied. You know we need the movement of the hand to gain speed while running. As a result, I could only walk, but I was walking real fast, and praying real hard because I know that if they ever catch me, I'll be a dead meat.

The rains descended heavily on my naked frame, the twigs tore at my skin, but I didn't feel the pain. All I needed was to be far away from them. I walked on and on, everywhere became dark, and I knew that it was already night. I was not even afraid of meeting a wild animal because wild humans are after my life.

I kept walking in that darkness, it rained for hours, and I never stopped walking. I occasionally opened my mouth to let the rain drops to fill my mouth, and I swallowed the rain.

I kept walking, I never stopped. Untill I started hearing the faint far sound of cars. I followed the direction of the sound, and kept walking until I could see farmlands, the moon illuminated my path. By that time, the rains had stopped, I saw a pile of firewood and I sat briefly on it.

I was roused by a movement, and I turned to see two young boys starring at me. They both look like they are in their late teens. Without asking, I began to explain myself to them in pidgin English, telling them I was running away from kidnappers. One of them pulled his knicker and threw it at me, that was when I noticed that I was still naked. They asked me to get up, and I did. They used a sharp matchet abi cutlass to cut the rope on my hands, and my hands were free again.I wore the knicker they gave me and they asked me to follow them. I asked them where I was, and they told me. (I was already in another state, very far from where I was kidnapped). It turned out that they live in that village with their mother. They had only come out that early in the morning to check their traps and also to pick snails. 

They took me to their house, and the moment I started seeing other people, tears of gratitude filled my eyes. Although it was still quite early in the morning, some of them were already on their way to their farms.

Their mother sized me up with suspicious eyes before letting me into her house. The moment I sat on the wooden chair they offered me, I passed out.

TO BE CONTINUED IF I HAVE ENOUGH REACTIONS

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