After my friend got kidnapped I called his wife, packed 2 clothes, and went to be with her in Ibadan - Man Reveals

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A man who goes by the name of @fisayosoyombo on Twitter shared the story of how his friend was kidnapped.

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Some of you remember six months ago for the military raid on End SARS protesters in Lekki, But the bigger personal significance for me: this was the night I drove to the den of kidnappers in Ekiti to pick up my abducted friend.

On Wednesday, September 30, I received a call from solafagro’s colleague Moyin. She had been summoned from Ibadan by the Police in Ekiti, and when she got there she found Sola’s car abandoned at a spot with bullet holes but no one inside. I knew straightaway my friend had been abducted. My first question to Moyin was, was there any splotch of blood on the vehicle? The moment she answered no, I was relieved; it meant my friend was still alive, so I got on the phone with his wife to assure her all was well.

I picked two clothes and traveled to Ibadan to be with her; I knew the kidnappers would call her. Some two hours after my arrival, they did; they wanted N100m for my friend and his colleague. That was when we knew they had picked Sola and his colleague — not just him. The following day, Rotex online whom I fondly call Sola’s ‘friend from heaven’ — they were born exactly on the same day, month, and year. He came to join us.

Together, we started negotiating with sadistic kidnappers. It was a most traumatizing experience. 

From Ibadan, Rotimi, Moyin, and I moved to Ekiti, where we were joined by a private detective from the south-South, whom we had hired, and his two staff. We tracked the location of the kidnappers; we knew exactly where they were holding our guys. We knew when they switched locations, too, and we showed the Police and the SARS team handling the case. Well, we were advised to continue with the negotiations.

Exactly one week into the abduction, we delivered a ransom to the kidnappers. But what did they do? They freed Sola’s colleague — let’s call him Friday — but they held on to the man who volunteered to deliver the ransom, a taxi driver by the name of Kuye.

The kidnappers said Friday was the only one who should bring the new ransom for the freedom of Sola and Kuye, but as soon as Friday completed his post-freedom medical checks, he left Ekiti almost unannounced, abandoning his boss and Kuye with the kidnappers!

So we were left with two headaches: how to explain Kuye’s disappearance to his family, and how to convince someone else to deliver the second ransom, knowing the first volunteer was himself abducted. 

Kuye’s wife, amazing woman; when we broke the news to her, she didn’t sink her teeth into our skin. She had only kind words and prayers for us till the very day we retrieved her husband.

The emotional turmoil is indescribable.

Exactly, 2 weeks into the episode, we had become sort of desperate. All 6 of us got into a car &, on the advice of the private security team, I drove up to within four minutes of the forest where our friends were being held. 

We — three civilians and three detectives — drove up to the edge of the footpath leading to the kidnappers’ den. But guess what? No single security agent followed us. Not SARS, not the DSS, NSCDC, Police, Army, or Amotekun. None! 

The harder part is that I spoke with the Ekiti State Commissioner of Police, I spoke with the Commandant of Amotekun. Someone close to the President’s Chief of Staff mentioned the case to him; people spoke with Governor Kayode Fayemi on our behalf. 

Still, at no point did we get any tangible security support — not while they were in captivity, not after their release. 

Well, on October 20, exactly 21 days after Sola was abducted, the kidnappers told us to bring a second ransom. The person who would deliver it first stepped into the bathroom, brought out a dark object, murmured some words, then hopped on a motorcycle (He eventually didn't do the direct delivery but was asked to drop it off with the ransom handler of another abductee.)

The rest of us got into a car; I drove. I was still driving to Ijero-Ekiti that night when I got a call. I ignored it but the caller persisted, so I answered. The message: soldiers were shooting at End SARS protesters in Lekki. 

I’m finally telling just a fraction of this story, with solafagro‘s permission, of course, because I wanted to share my first-hand experience of the powerlessness of our security agents, with the public. 

There was no powerful official in the security setup who didn’t hear of this case but we received no real-time security help. Three of us civilians, our private security, and the two volunteers were the ones crisscrossing Ekiti to secure freedom for the captives.

Many practically suspended their lives counting day after day awaiting his return. Many could not sleep or eat. It’s not the kind of pain I would wish for my enemy. 

Many practically suspended their lives counting day after day awaiting his return.

Many practically suspended their lives counting day after day awaiting his return. Many could not sleep or eat. It’s not the kind of pain I wish for my enemy. 

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