After seeing the thread about the one chance taxi driver that was caught, I’m sharing a similar experience I had in 2012.
It was on a Saturday afternoon, I boarded a taxi at AYA Abuja, my intention was to alight at Naomi plaza/park (A mini-zoo) but I wasn’t familiar with the place,
my friends only told me it’s about #60 to #70 from AYA.
For those who had similar experience, you’ll rememeber that, it’s usually four people in the cab before you get in. i.e the driver, a passenger beside him, and two other passengers behind. Then the victim becomes the fifth/last passenger.
In my own case, there was a man (in white) sitting next to the driver, a dirty looking youth (the "invisible dollar" owner), and a woman
(should be in her late-30’s).
I was so comfortable seeing a woman, especially being an elderly woman, I knew I wasn’t in the midst of men alone. Little did I know that comfort would disappear in few minutes
My mistake was telling the driver I don’t know the park (I don’t really see it as a mistake tho, cos I believe it’s a good thing to ask questions when you’re not clear)
The driver and his crew took advantage of that fact, and just about a minute to get to the park, they started their usual story of dollars.
The dirty guy said he wanted to alight, and told the driver to open the trunk so he could take his “Ghana must go” the driver paused and asked the boy if truly he is the owner of the bags, the boy said yes, and "Boom"
the whole arguement started.
(Oh before that day, I only hear of one chance, never heard the full gist from anyone, so I was still enjoying the conversation)
The driver asked how can such a young boy be going about with 100 thousand dollars, ghen ghen, that’s when my eyes opened. I was like 100 thousand dollar in this car? Okay na. Bring it on. (How did the driver get to know the actual amount? I asked myself) Just when I asked myself that question, the woman asked the driver how he got to know the exact amount, then he said, its written on the bags 
(Kai, they were tryna sell me) 
The boy kept begging and crying, defending himself with some fake stories, how he served his boss in kano for 10years and he wasn’t paid well, now the Boss is dead, and he entered one of his rooms, and saw 10 bags filled with dollars, then he carried three of the bags cos he was in a hurry (I was like, if you were not rushing you’d have carried more? Greed!!! And how can you possibly carry 3 bags filled with dollars from kano, and it wasn’t noticed by anyone? All this questions in my mind tho 
)
The driver still kept saying no, that he has to take him to the police station, all this while I was still mute and my own concern was for him to tell me when we get to the park.
Then the woman started begging saying she has a son like him at home and wouldn’t pray for such a boy to go to jail, the man at the front was still quiet and dint even interfere, he was just looking at his watch. The driver finally said, since the woman has begged, then maybe we should go to a place(his mechanic’s place) to share the money huhh
That’s when I knew it was real now, and not an illusion.
I couldn’t pick my calls, I was scared. The driver asked everyone in the car, and they all said they were comfortable with the sharing. They already started discussing who takes the larger part, as the driver kept driving. Then he asked why I haven’t said anything, I was like (oh, I’m not concentrating on their discussion, that I just want to get to the park cos I got people waiting for me) he said okay, that we were almost there (we already passed the place ooo, and I dint know) but that shey I’ll still follow them to have a share ba? I said No. He asked why? I dint reply.
It dawned on me, that we’ve gone too far for such a journey to be #70 Naira like my friends told me. I started crying like a baby inwardly,
but I was as bold as a giant 
outwardly. I told the driver to stop, he asked why, I said I’m not going to the park again, that it’s too far, and I needed to get back home on time. He said he’s not going to stop that he’s suspecting I'm an SSS agent and I might arrest them for knowing their plans about sharing the money. (Even if I’m an SSS agent/police, how can I arrest all of you at same time *in my mind*).
I was calm, dint wanna raise my voice, since I already knew what they were capable of doing. I just kept saying I’m not ready to share any dollar, (I could hear my heart beat, but I was still bold)
All of a sudden the driver stopped, he was about asking me a question ("You mean sey you no wan go share this money"?) as I opened the door, and stepped out. He asked for his money and I gave him 100Naira, (I wasn't bothered about the change), he said No, it’s #250, that we already passed Naomi park since. (Something I already knew)
I didn’t argue, I gave him another #100. Walked away, and the quiet devil at the front started talking and cursing his entire generation (not mine) the woman also joined. The driver called me all sort of names, and said “Na God save you” then zoomed off. (I said before nko, Only God could save me na)
I was on the lonely road, (still afraid, and looking right, left, front and back at same time ) I crossed to the other lane, and a cab stopped, he didn’t even ask what I was doing there, he just said “You don enter their hand abi”? I was surprised.
He offered to help me back to the park and while we were going he was gisting me about those people, saying when you insist on sharing the money with them, they either take you to a quiet place and rob you of everything you’ve got/unclad you, or they use someone for money rituals. He said they usually do the latter. And that they make use of charm/juju. Hmmmm
I got to the Park safe, tho was still in shock, I thanked the driver and alighted. He didn’t even collect a dime. God bless him wherever he is.
Oh, if I was greedy and decided to go with them to see/share their invisible dollars probably I won’t be here sharing this.
A friend told me, even if she feels the dollar is not there, she’d still go with them to be 100% sure. Hmmmm okay
Nairalanders, One chance is real. It's a day I can't forget too easily. I kept wondering what would have happened to me if the driver didn't stop or if their juju had worked.
I hope someone learns from this. Be careful and vigilant. I learnt they've got new strategies they use to get at their victims, but I pray they don't succeed as much as they try to.
In all, I give thanks to God!!!
cc: DragonKing
there you go
It was on a Saturday afternoon, I boarded a taxi at AYA Abuja, my intention was to alight at Naomi plaza/park (A mini-zoo) but I wasn’t familiar with the place,
For those who had similar experience, you’ll rememeber that, it’s usually four people in the cab before you get in. i.e the driver, a passenger beside him, and two other passengers behind. Then the victim becomes the fifth/last passenger.
In my own case, there was a man (in white) sitting next to the driver, a dirty looking youth (the "invisible dollar" owner), and a woman
I was so comfortable seeing a woman, especially being an elderly woman, I knew I wasn’t in the midst of men alone. Little did I know that comfort would disappear in few minutes
My mistake was telling the driver I don’t know the park (I don’t really see it as a mistake tho, cos I believe it’s a good thing to ask questions when you’re not clear)
The driver and his crew took advantage of that fact, and just about a minute to get to the park, they started their usual story of dollars.
The dirty guy said he wanted to alight, and told the driver to open the trunk so he could take his “Ghana must go” the driver paused and asked the boy if truly he is the owner of the bags, the boy said yes, and "Boom"
(Oh before that day, I only hear of one chance, never heard the full gist from anyone, so I was still enjoying the conversation)
The driver asked how can such a young boy be going about with 100 thousand dollars,
The boy kept begging and crying, defending himself with some fake stories, how he served his boss in kano for 10years and he wasn’t paid well, now the Boss is dead, and he entered one of his rooms, and saw 10 bags filled with dollars,
The driver still kept saying no, that he has to take him to the police station, all this while I was still mute
Then the woman started begging saying she has a son like him at home and wouldn’t pray for such a boy to go to jail, the man at the front was still quiet and dint even interfere, he was just looking at his watch. The driver finally said, since the woman has begged, then maybe we should go to a place(his mechanic’s place) to share the money huhh
I couldn’t pick my calls, I was scared.
It dawned on me, that we’ve gone too far for such a journey to be #70 Naira like my friends told me. I started crying like a baby inwardly,
I was calm, dint wanna raise my voice, since I already knew what they were capable of doing. I just kept saying I’m not ready to share any dollar,
All of a sudden the driver stopped, he was about asking me a question ("You mean sey you no wan go share this money"?) as I opened the door, and stepped out. He asked for his money and I gave him 100Naira, (I wasn't bothered about the change), he said No, it’s #250,
I didn’t argue, I gave him another #100. Walked away, and the quiet devil at the front started talking and cursing his entire generation (not mine) the woman also joined. The driver called me all sort of names, and said “Na God save you” then zoomed off. (I said before nko, Only God could save me na)
I was on the lonely road, (still afraid, and looking right, left, front and back at same time
He offered to help me back to the park and while we were going he was gisting me about those people, saying when you insist on sharing the money with them, they either take you to a quiet place and rob you of everything you’ve got/unclad you, or they use someone for money rituals. He said they usually do the latter. And that they make use of charm/juju. Hmmmm
I got to the Park safe, tho was still in shock, I thanked the driver and alighted. He didn’t even collect a dime. God bless him wherever he is.
Oh, if I was greedy and decided to go with them to see/share their invisible dollars probably I won’t be here sharing this.
A friend told me, even if she feels the dollar is not there, she’d still go with them to be 100% sure.
Nairalanders, One chance is real. It's a day I can't forget too easily. I kept wondering what would have happened to me if the driver didn't stop or if their juju had worked.
I hope someone learns from this. Be careful and vigilant. I learnt they've got new strategies they use to get at their victims, but I pray they don't succeed as much as they try to.
In all, I give thanks to God!!!
cc: DragonKing
there you go
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