The morning of 15 September 2025 began like any other calm, purposeful, and filled with gratitude. I woke up in high spirits after a deeply fulfilling weekend, one spent in the company of inspiring leaders. My mind was alive with reflections what I had learned, what resonated, and what I was ready to implement in my journey ahead.
As worship music played softly in the background, I prepared for the day centered, thankful, and confident. And yes, I’ll admit it I looked good (as always), ready to face whatever this Monday had in store.
My first stop was a familiar one a local storage facility. It’s my go-to spot before and after projects at work, a place that usually represents routine and order. I drove in, did a quick stock take, and sent the required report to my colleague for her meeting. Just another productive start to a new week… or so I thought.
As I exited the premises, I took the same route I had used coming in. The road there isn’t in the best condition, so as always, I drove slowly, cautiously mindful of every bump and dip. Then, in an instant, everything changed.
A vehicle sped past me, swerving abruptly to block my path. Before I could process what was happening, armed men surrounded my car, their movements sharp and deliberate. In that moment, time both froze and sped up. My heart pounded. My mind searched for reason but reason was nowhere to be found.
“Step out of the car!” one of them ordered.
What followed was mayhem a blur of confusion, fear, and disbelief.
That morning, I wasn’t just hijacked… I was kidnapped.
For the next few hours, my life was no longer in my control. Every sound, every turn, every word spoken by those men became etched in my memory.
But I’ll stop here. Because what happened next in that car, during those endless hours deserves its own story. One that speaks not only of fear, but of faith, resilience, and the power of stillness when chaos reigns.
To be continued…