HOW I WAS ROBBED AND STABBED IN ABUJA.

I was stabbed in the most sacred part of my human body “my yansh” by vicious robbers I didn’t struggle with, but they were hell bent on putting long daggers into my body. Shotokan, Taekwondo and a sprinkle of Ile Ife juju plus Easter Sunday grace, is likely what saved me in the back seat of my car. They stole all 3 phones and I literally had to beg these chaps to just leave after taking the devices.

My driver Musa froze and didn’t move while I was being robbed. Talk for another day!

Less than 0.2km from the robbery at harrow park was a police checkpoint where I had just been severely harassed. 

It took brave soldiers in a patrol van  and a few of us running through canals as we gave these criminals a hot pursuit on feet at 2am in the morning. We caught one of them, he was a young kid barely 15 who spoke no English and only Hausa.

Blood shot eyes, high on tramadol or whatever substance, he didn’t feel any pain from the maximum shi shi!

They left a trail of blood and mayhem as we all got robbed uninterrupted for close to 15mins.

A Uber was stabbed in the face, I doubt he made it out alive from that ordeal. 

Getting to the hospital, I got a lot of eyah’s, tetanus shots and a stitch to my amazing yansh. 

Abuja is not safe as many like to think!