On Saturday October 16, 2010, after returning from a family vacation from the United Kingdom, I decided to visit the salon on this Saturday afternoon because the salon I patronize is always busy on Sundays.

So, I took my car “a Toyota corolla” and drove to the salon on Bode Thomas in Surulere. On my way back, I decided to follow a shorter route as there was a heavy traffic on the major road. As I drove along, I saw a commuter Bus (what we call Danfo in Nigeria) ahead of me. Suddenly the bus stopped and some Men in Black came out from the bus. In my mind, I thought they were Police men and I was stopped for a check as they approached. But on getting to me, they frighteningly ordered me to open the doors to the car with a gun pointed at me; at that point, it dawned on me that they were armed robbers/men of the underworld.

As I opened the car for them, they took over the wheels and pushed me to the back seat with three of them in the car; one of them drove, another sat beside the driver and the last person sat beside me with a gun pointed at me. After snatching the car and having me in the car, they took off and snatched another car from a man, shot him and sped off – at that instance, I knew I was in between life and death.

From at about 7pm when the car was snatched from me, they performed several other robbery operations including using my ATM card to withdraw all I had in my Accounts. I was beaten blue black and all of them kept threatening to kill me – at this time, all I could remember was the word of God in Psalm 23: 4 – ‘even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death…. This was the only thing that kept coming to mind’ even while in this horrible situation which I had no idea how it was going to end.

Finally, at about 2:30am, I was finally dropped off around Atan – otta highway with no one to help or rescue me – no phone, no one in sight in the thick and very dark hour of the night! I wandered on the road totally confused and devastated; after a while, I started waving down different cars till a God sent taxi driver stopped to help me; through him, I was able to reach my family who by then were totally devastated. I later learnt my husband had gone to several Police Stations to lodge complaints, and had also visited some Hospitals in search of me.

This is my story and what brought about the Song “Elohim Adonai”- even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil for thou art with me.