Shockwaves are reverberating across Yorùbáland and the global Yorùbá diaspora following the sudden death of the Baba Ọba (King’s Father) of the famed Oyotunji African Village in South Carolina, USA. The late Baba Ọba, Lukman Arohunfale, a revered socialite and traditionalist, passed away under circumstances already sparking fierce controversy. His death comes just days after he publicly accused the newly installed Alaafin of Oyo, His Imperial Majesty Oba Akeem Adéyẹmọ Owoade, of allegedly ordering his courtiers to beat him mercilessly during a recent courtesy visit to the Oyo palace in Nigeria. In a widely circulated voice recording, the deceased recounted how what was meant to be a simple homage turned violent. Although the Baba Ọba had reportedly battled ill health in the past year, growing insinuations suggest that the alleged physical assault may have aggravated his condition, ultimately leading to his untimely death. The palace in Oyo recently denied that s...
"I wasn't going to post anything about the incident but I saw that something similar happened to another lady recently and awareness needs to be raised - so people can be even more vigilant, and solutions can be sought.
I was driving from VI to Surulere at about 8.30pm on Monday 16th October. I had just driven past Apongbon when I got into heavy traffic. I noticed two men approach the drivers side of the car in front of mine, but the driver was able to swerve away from them. I sensed something was wrong, so I tried to do the same, but was unable to cross to the other lane due to the traffic. The two men walked past my car, I then looked in my rearview mirror and saw one of them look back at my car, and then he turned around and walked back towards me.
Everything happened really fast – he approached my window, smashed the window and started stabbing my arm, saying "give me your phone, give me your bag". I was in shock, terrified and stuck in traffic. I couldn't drive anywhere. I gave him my phone, he continued stabbing my arm. I gave him my bag, and he still continued stabbing my arm.
At some point I was able to drive off, or he ran away (I can't remember which happened first). I was disorientated, scared and was driving quite erratically, hitting other cars trying to get someone's attention. I was screaming for help as my arm was bleeding out. I kept screaming to the other drivers "Help me! I've been stabbed", they just looked, no one helped.
Eventually I rammed into a car in front of me, the man came out of his car, saw the state I was in and proceeded to help me. I can only describe him as being God sent. Out of everybody who was in that traffic only one man took it upon himself to help... I was stabbed 9 times in my arm - for a phone and handbag.
All Glory to God that I'm able to tell this story and testify of His goodness, divine protection and mercy."
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