It was a beautiful Saturday morning, I was garbed in a pair
of jeans, on a pair of Timberland boots, a military sweat shirt, and my
JackMoody denim jacket. I had been attacked by men of the underworld the night
before whilst we were on production, at the office. So I slung my black Ted
Baker satchel across my right shoulder, armed with my camera, my midget, and
some other small gizmos.
I was more determined, to embark on this adventure, than
ever before. I was headed for the ancient city of brown roofs, Ibadan where a
one-time Nigeria’s most notorious and dreaded bandit that ever lived SHINA
RAMBO mounted the pulpit to preach!!! What an irony you would say.
Now Mathew Oluwanifemi, Shina Rambo was a name that sent
shivers down the spine of people who lived in the South West of Nigeria and
even outside Nigeria, like Benin Republic and neighborhood, in the 1990’s.
He was a hardened criminal, a terror and killer, one whom
men of the security agencies will never forget in a haste!
A man mountain, towering about 6ft 5inch, well built, dark
skinned and sweltering eyes, he carried out his operations, like a movie, in the broad day light, with
sophisticated weapons, and bullet belts and explosives strapped roundabout him!
He specialized in robbing exotic cars on highways and banks. Nothing could stop
him, not even security operatives, he was totally invincible. He was Shina
Rambo!
He was born in the year 1958 to a military man who was a bad
egg in the service. His father was from Abeokuta in Ogun state, but his mother
was a native of Sabongida–Ora in Edo state. His father had over 18 wives, as
was the norm for soldiers to impregnate virtually every woman they met where they
were posted to.
His father used his military influence to rob innocent
citizens, and always brought huge amount of money home. This used to entice
little Shina. He recalls, “I remembered when I was about 7 years old, my father
came home with a lot of money, foreign currencies, with blood on it, and they
were using something like a woman’s scarf to wipe it, then I asked him, is this
an animal’s blood, or human blood? But
he wouldn’t answer me, they were just drinking, smoking, and merry making.”
Shina was already indoctrinated into the underworld by his
father at a tender age of 7 without him knowing it, as he would sit in front of
his son, to dismantle and assemble all sorts of weapons and then polishing them
in preparation for an operation. This went on for so long till one day, little
Shina, entered into his father’s room while he had stepped into the toilet, and
saw a dismembered gun on the floor. He sat down in front of it, and bit by bit,
he had assembled it effortlessly in no time at all. His father came out of the
toilet, and saw his son, with a loaded gun in his hands. Shina flashed back and
said, “That day my father was so disappointed, that he wanted to kill me, he
grabbed the gun from my hand and shot straight at me, but I miraculously escaped
out of the room.
Then he waited for me to be less alert at night he came to
my room with a machete and tried to behead me, but once again, I escaped, but
the machete caught my left leg. (rolled up his trouser to show us the large
scar, that made everyone sighed in pity). It cut me so deep I thought I was
never going to walk again. That day I
knew I had graduated, all that was left was to pull the trigger, and I was so
eager.
Shina Rambo became so notorious in no time, and was hell
bent on succeeding in his career as an armed robber, that he went through any
length to secure spiritual powers for fortification. To the extent of pounding
over 27 live new born babies in the mortar with a pestle, cutting off about 100
human tongues and cooking them to eat, visiting the spiritual river called
river of life in Ogoja, Cross Rivers State, living in an Iroko tree for days,
and sleeping in the cemetery.
He was given a spiritual wife who always followed him for
any operation, she dressed like an Alhaja, people thought she was human, but
she was a spirit, that was why they never saw her face. He said she was his personal driver, that she
could drive from Nigeria to Cotonou, in the speed of light. Hear him. ”I was
involved in so many rituals, that I can’t start naming them now, I was so
powerful, I went underground, inside trees that looked like a city, a lot of
beautiful houses inside the tree, I had my own too, I went into a river
called River of life in Ogoja, where a
lot of politicians and wealthy men used to come, I had several personalities, I
could change my form whenever I wanted to, that’s why the police were busy
killing innocent people, and thought they were killing Shina Rambo.
The 9 herbalists that gave me that power, I became stronger
than them, one day I went to their shrines, and killed all of them, so that
they don’t reveal my secrets. I had too many powers; my spiritual wife could
drive any car in this world or out of it, no police vehicle, or anyone for that
matter, could ever chase and catch me during an operation. She was out of this
world, and when she had completed her operation, they took her away from me. I
could give anything to get powers, and the elders knew, so they also gave me
anything I wanted.
I once beheaded hundred men, and gave them the heads fresh,
they were so happy with me that they made me invincible. No matter the kind of
bullet you shot at me, it was just like pure water on my body. I could give
anything to get power, but of all the things I did to get power, the one that
still breaks my heart the most, is sleeping with my mother. My father is dead
now, but my mother is still alive, and she lives with me she is 85 years old,
whenever I set my eyes on her, I just start crying. I can`t bear it.
Shina Rambo was a raging terror, he was infallibly
dangerous, the police dreaded him, both in Nigeria, and Benin Republic, his
place of interest for business. He would go to police stations, in broad
daylight and kill every policeman there, drive to check points and open fire on
every policeman on duty, he didn’t like the police at all, and was never afraid
of them, he operated in broad day light armed to the teeth looking like Johny
Rambo, in the popular Sylvester Stalone movie, “First Blood”.
He once robbed 40 exotic cars in one day and drove all of
them in a convoy, from Lagos to Cotonou, unstopped. He was powerful; he was
wealthy, and impenetrable. He was a tin god, apparently belched from the very
arroyo hell, we all dreaded him. He had a wife and three children, but he lost
all of them in one day during a bloody police raid whilst he was away on
operation. His wife was his stabilizing factor his life changed afterwards. He
says “my wife was everything to me, I was forbidden by the elders to sleep with
any other woman apart from her, I could gather about 50 women around me in a
hotel, and they will just be playing with me, we would smoke, drink, and sniff
cocaine, I will give them money but I will never sleep with them. I will go
back home to my wife and sleep with her. That was why the police never caught
me.
She knew my job, she knew what I was, I never left them
alone at night, I operated in the day time and go back home to my family at
night. I had everything, I was very wealthy, I once spent 50 million naira in a
day. I did it a lot, there was one day
that we were coming from an operation and it seemed as if my powers were going
to fail me, the police and the army were almost closing in on us, so we had to drive
into a crowd and threw millions of naira in the air, there was commotion,
everybody was busy picking naira notes even the police, until we escaped. I was
too rich, but anything the devil gives you never lasts, he will collect more
from you, it’s only the devil that will give you Fila, (cap) and ask for Iro
and Buba.(wrapper and top). I lost everything, all the money, my family; I was
so powerful the police couldn’t catch me but I lost it all.
I had to surrender myself to the police, and I was arrested
and jailed for 11 years. When I was serving my jail term in Agodi prisons,
Ibadan, Prophet T.O Obadare came visiting, and having been encouraged several
times by the Christian brothers and sisters in the prison to give my life to
Christ, he prayed for me and converted me, and changed my name to Oluwanifemi,
and it was so miraculous, the next day I woke up and started speaking in
tongues. It was during the time of President Olusegun Obasanjo, that we were
granted freedom.
At this point, I was glued to my seat, the revival where
Shina Rambo gave this exclusive confession was on an open ground revival in the
ancient city of Ibadan, right in front of me, on stage, was Evangelist Mathew
Oluwanifemi, the once feared Shina Rambo, clad in a loose fitting shirt, black
pants and a pair of leather sandals with a black Holy Bible in his hands,
gigantic dark skinned and bald headed, still had those fiery looks, and stealth
movement.
I was more transfixed than focused, God is indeed awesome,
he picked the offering basket raised it
to the congregation prayed and asked who
had anything to give to God, at first
I was reluctant, my mind was occupied and out of an innate compulsion, sheer curiosity I stood
up, dipped my hand in my pocket walked towards him briskly and calculatedly brought out my offering, dropped it into the
basket, and looked deep into his eyes, I had too many things to ask him, there
were too many questions unanswered. He looked back at me, and spoke in Yoruba,
saying God bless you my brother; we know your type when we see them.
The congregation broke into a mild giggle, as all eyes were
on me as I went back to my seat, with a lot of things on my mind, and the red
light on my midget still blinking, in the breast pocket of my jacket…..
To be continued……
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