ALMOST KIDNAPPED

On my way back from church on a Wednesday evening, I encountered a desperate man who appeared on the verge of tears. He frantically sought help from passers-by, but most ignored him as they were focused on reaching their homes. He signaled me and I decided to stop to see how I could help.

“Bros, good evening”, he greeted with a gloomy expression.

“Good evening”, I replied.

“Abeg, you know where Shan D Medical Center dey for here?”

“A medical center? The only one I know around here is that hospital”, I pointed towards a hospital just across the street from where we stood.

“I just dey come from Port-Harcourt and the person wey describe the place talk say na here e dey”

“You just dey come from Port-Harcourt this night?”

“Yes, sir”, he replied, a tear threatening to escape from his eye.

I felt both puzzled and sympathetic towards him. Thoughts raced through my mind: “How can I help him? Whom should I call? There must be a way I can assist him”, I contemplated.