How I Was Abducted, Kissed Dead And Released By Boko Haram: The Story Of A 67-Year-Old-Woman
The story how Mama Maryamu Bala of Madagali in Adamawa state is unlike the other people that were captured by insurgents, had terrible experienced, ugly and undeserved treatments unleashed on them by Boko Haram mostly from the north east Nigeria. Hers is having a much fascinating and mind touching story.
Hear her story:
HOW I WAS ABDUCTED
My Name is Maryamu Bala from Madagali, Marghi by tribe.The past three months was a hell experience on earth thought I was not been subjected to any heinous work but what I saw and went to hours of time will contain my sympathetic story to you.
That fateful day I and my grand daughter (Abigail) are working on my farm in the borders between Madagali and Gwoza of a sudden I heard my daughter shouted " run grand ma they are coming on us , run they are here to kill us" I told her grand daughter run and leave me, I use will I be for them at this my age (67) even if they carry me to their camp I will only be a liability to them, I tell you that girl refused to go until when this people (Boko Haram) came and pounced on us, out of shock I fainted for some hours before I realized I saw myself in a very big forest with different kind of people both old and Young including women of different group of age having a sort of division of labour with instructors and armed men monitoring every thing everyone is doing.
MY LIFE IN BOKO HARAM CAMP My grown up daughter being a very agile and beautiful Girl they immediately seized her to a different unit of the camp and converted the two of us when found out that we are Christian from Madagali, they gave us Muslim veil and told us from today we are no longer Christian, they thought me to be meditating a portion of Koran on daily basis. My son you cannot believe me,it surprised me so much that their kind of Islam is different with the one I know many of my relations are practicing in Madagali, they thought us to be worshiping on difference timing that the time i use to see my people observing when they are to pray, a times east is not a compulsory focus area of worship any where can serve the purpose.
My first three weeks in that camp is opened my eyes to discovered that that place is meant to be training amateurs in-takes foot soldiers because you will be seeing Helicopters are dropping things in cartoons, heavy objects are always been upload using the people been captured with a very hash instructions, failure to do that or any unnecessary delay you will just hear a gun shot on somebody's head,if you are lucky it will be on your leg drag your corpse to a nearby bush and burry.
In that camp I saw different people they called Ameer, who are mostly going round the camp making sure all people are always adhering to the teachings of Islam, there are other people who are always armed and combat ready who they do refer to as commandant, these ones are more dreadful than any one,they are the people commanding thousands of newly recruited members. On daily basis I am that normally ask to pray for them ask Allah's favor on their behalf as I happened to be the oldest woman, not doing any work at all.
was latter been taken to a different camp close to Sambisa, the camp is between our lands in Michika and those areas of Cameroon, I know those areas very well because as a young woman we use to go there for farms, fire woods and trek through to other parts of Cameroon. That camp formation is more organized and structure than the former one, in this one I suspected it to be where chibok girls were kept, every morning a lanky shrink bearded man will come and address the whole congregation, given order for duties.
I saw treated by a professional Doctor, in that camp I also saw engineers ,young girls who are nurses, drivers, carpenters,communication expert and many other that I cannot described their careers. It was only in that camp that one of the commandant came to my sleeping room and asked me to be careful not to be following any instructions else he will drink my blood for lunch. I knew that day my life has come to an end and I concluded my grand daughter has gone to our ancestors as no trace of her since I left the former camp.
My son i saw devils,I saw carnivals and people who can do anything in the name of religion.My duty in that is to always observe the Abridge five normal prayers a day, to also sit down to be memorising koran.After my stay in that camp for more than a month I noticed people on every day going into the the other phase of the building amidst tied security, some of the people they resemble Arabs with long hair,while some are pure white coming around having some series of meetings. A girl who is one of the maids confided in me and said "Mama you see other side of the camp is where Abubakar Shekau and top commandant are living, there are many girls of our age there,even me they don't allowed to go there" .