A lecturer at the Federal College of
Education, FCE, Kabuga, Kano, Chief Christian Ojimba, who survived the Boko
Attack on the school on the 17th of September has recounted the
ordeal he went through.
Education, FCE, Kabuga, Kano, Chief Christian Ojimba, who survived the Boko
Attack on the school on the 17th of September has recounted the
ordeal he went through.
Read his story as told to Vanguard below:
“It was a very serious attack and an unexpected one.
Before the attack on our school, Boko Haram terrorists had attacked Kano State
Polytechnic inside the city centre, with the new strategy of using female and
male teenagers, who they arm with bombs. In broad-day light on Wednesday,
September 17, our school, the Federal College of Technology, Kano, was
attacked.
Before the attack on our school, Boko Haram terrorists had attacked Kano State
Polytechnic inside the city centre, with the new strategy of using female and
male teenagers, who they arm with bombs. In broad-day light on Wednesday,
September 17, our school, the Federal College of Technology, Kano, was
attacked.
That day, I didn’t
have lectures, but, in my usual way, I had to go to school, because I am very
friendly with my students.
have lectures, but, in my usual way, I had to go to school, because I am very
friendly with my students.
I
am always in my office to solve their problems because I love my students. I
must say that I had premonition which, if I had heeded, I wouldn’t have been
involved in the attack. One, I didn’t have lectures; two, when I got to the
school gate, I discovered my office keys were not in my bag; three, my wallet
containing my identity card, driver’s licence and other important documents was
not with me. But when I got to the office, my colleague had already opened the
door with his own key. If the door had been locked, I would have gone back
home.
am always in my office to solve their problems because I love my students. I
must say that I had premonition which, if I had heeded, I wouldn’t have been
involved in the attack. One, I didn’t have lectures; two, when I got to the
school gate, I discovered my office keys were not in my bag; three, my wallet
containing my identity card, driver’s licence and other important documents was
not with me. But when I got to the office, my colleague had already opened the
door with his own key. If the door had been locked, I would have gone back
home.
I
stayed in the office, Room 78, upstairs at the new site of School of Arts and
Social Sciences, FCE, Kano. Around 1.15pm that day, I heard the sound of
multiple bomb explosions at close range. Before you knew it, there was
pandemonium. Students and staff were running helter skelter for their lives. On
noticing this, I came out of my chair to check what was happening and what I
saw was the Boko Haram people wielding AK-47 guns shooting sporadically and
directly at everyone at sight. Downstairs, they had killed one of our
lecturers, Dr. Thomas Kayode Ajamu from Ogbomoso, Oyo State. Dr. Ajamu, a
former Head, Department of Christian Religious Studies, CRS, was buried that
same week.
stayed in the office, Room 78, upstairs at the new site of School of Arts and
Social Sciences, FCE, Kano. Around 1.15pm that day, I heard the sound of
multiple bomb explosions at close range. Before you knew it, there was
pandemonium. Students and staff were running helter skelter for their lives. On
noticing this, I came out of my chair to check what was happening and what I
saw was the Boko Haram people wielding AK-47 guns shooting sporadically and
directly at everyone at sight. Downstairs, they had killed one of our
lecturers, Dr. Thomas Kayode Ajamu from Ogbomoso, Oyo State. Dr. Ajamu, a
former Head, Department of Christian Religious Studies, CRS, was buried that
same week.
So
when I came out of the door, there was no way to pass. Dead bodies littered
everywhere because this attack happened at the prime-time for lectures.
when I came out of the door, there was no way to pass. Dead bodies littered
everywhere because this attack happened at the prime-time for lectures.
Before
the attack, I have reason to believe terrorists came on surveillance. Several
male teenagers came visiting our offices in pretence that they were begging for
money. The one that came to my office said, teacher good afternoon, please I am
going to the hospital, I am not feeling too well, but I don’t have money for
transportation. Even though I don’t understand Hausa very well. I replied him
in Hausa, that I forgot my money at home, that there was no money on me, and he
thanked me and left.
the attack, I have reason to believe terrorists came on surveillance. Several
male teenagers came visiting our offices in pretence that they were begging for
money. The one that came to my office said, teacher good afternoon, please I am
going to the hospital, I am not feeling too well, but I don’t have money for
transportation. Even though I don’t understand Hausa very well. I replied him
in Hausa, that I forgot my money at home, that there was no money on me, and he
thanked me and left.
That
was the conversation during the surveillance time and they did it in all the
blocks in the five departments of the school- Department of History where I
belong, Department of Geography, Social Studies, Christian Religious Studies,
Islamic Religious Studies, and the Deanery. They surveyed everywhere before the
attack.
was the conversation during the surveillance time and they did it in all the
blocks in the five departments of the school- Department of History where I
belong, Department of Geography, Social Studies, Christian Religious Studies,
Islamic Religious Studies, and the Deanery. They surveyed everywhere before the
attack.
My
office is located on the first floor of a one storey building, so, I couldn’t
jump down. I saw students jumping down, some got injured, while others didn’t.
What I did was that I hugged a pillar from the first floor, trying to come down
through it. So, when students noticed I have created an escape route, many
joined me and it was in that process that there was a stampede. I fell down and
couldn’t move because the long bone joining my right knee got broken and
shifted out of its socket.
office is located on the first floor of a one storey building, so, I couldn’t
jump down. I saw students jumping down, some got injured, while others didn’t.
What I did was that I hugged a pillar from the first floor, trying to come down
through it. So, when students noticed I have created an escape route, many
joined me and it was in that process that there was a stampede. I fell down and
couldn’t move because the long bone joining my right knee got broken and
shifted out of its socket.
I
was trapped. I couldn’t run because a Boko Haram man was just a stone throw.
So, I told myself, ‘to God be the glory, God receive my soul in heaven’. There
was no escape, the man was directly shooting sporadically at any person in
sight. He was shooting directly at both the young and old. They didn’t spare
young boys and girls who came to the school to sell groundnut and pure water.
All of them where shot dead.
was trapped. I couldn’t run because a Boko Haram man was just a stone throw.
So, I told myself, ‘to God be the glory, God receive my soul in heaven’. There
was no escape, the man was directly shooting sporadically at any person in
sight. He was shooting directly at both the young and old. They didn’t spare
young boys and girls who came to the school to sell groundnut and pure water.
All of them where shot dead.
At
the end, there was a massive attack, many people were killed, several others
were wounded. The big testimony of it all, was that the Boko Haram man was
standing on me, while shooting at others. When I saw him I played dead. I
remembered when I was in Alvan Ikokwu College of Education, Owerri, in 1984,
there was this lecture we had then on self-defence mechanism. I remembered the
lecturer told us how to escape if we were in situations like this. So, that
knowledge came into me. Another thing that came into my mind at that critical
moment was that I remembered that I and my wife had been praying and fasting
against gun shots, bomb blast.
the end, there was a massive attack, many people were killed, several others
were wounded. The big testimony of it all, was that the Boko Haram man was
standing on me, while shooting at others. When I saw him I played dead. I
remembered when I was in Alvan Ikokwu College of Education, Owerri, in 1984,
there was this lecture we had then on self-defence mechanism. I remembered the
lecturer told us how to escape if we were in situations like this. So, that
knowledge came into me. Another thing that came into my mind at that critical
moment was that I remembered that I and my wife had been praying and fasting
against gun shots, bomb blast.
At
the Boko Haram man stood on me as if I was a dead victim, I didn’t know how God
seized the pains I was going through as a result of the broken knee bone and
also my breathe was also seized.
the Boko Haram man stood on me as if I was a dead victim, I didn’t know how God
seized the pains I was going through as a result of the broken knee bone and
also my breathe was also seized.
Few
minutes later, the man left me and was walking away towards the school gate. At
that same time, there was one of the female lecturers in my department who was
finding her way out with four others. The man spotted them and asked them to
say their last prayers. While they put their hands up to say the prayers, the
bomb the man had on his body blew him up.
minutes later, the man left me and was walking away towards the school gate. At
that same time, there was one of the female lecturers in my department who was
finding her way out with four others. The man spotted them and asked them to
say their last prayers. While they put their hands up to say the prayers, the
bomb the man had on his body blew him up.
Shortly
thereafter, a security guard came to me and asked me to stand up, stand up, but
I told him I couldn’t, that my leg was broken. He tried to pull me but it was
not easy because I was bigger than him. He managed to pull me to hide behind a
door inside a class. There too, I also played dead because the sound of gun
shots was still raging.
thereafter, a security guard came to me and asked me to stand up, stand up, but
I told him I couldn’t, that my leg was broken. He tried to pull me but it was
not easy because I was bigger than him. He managed to pull me to hide behind a
door inside a class. There too, I also played dead because the sound of gun
shots was still raging.
Some
minutes later, I peeped from the door and saw some policemen inside the school.
I was in dilemma as to whether to call them to come and help me or not,
because, sometimes, these Boko Haram people dress in police and military
uniforms. Everybody had vacated the school premises, nobody knew I was behind
the door writhing in pains. I said if the policemen were not authentic security
agents that means I am gone, because there was still sound of gun shots.
minutes later, I peeped from the door and saw some policemen inside the school.
I was in dilemma as to whether to call them to come and help me or not,
because, sometimes, these Boko Haram people dress in police and military
uniforms. Everybody had vacated the school premises, nobody knew I was behind
the door writhing in pains. I said if the policemen were not authentic security
agents that means I am gone, because there was still sound of gun shots.
God
receive my soul
receive my soul
I
said within myself, if they were genuine policemen, I have a testimony to tell,
but if they were fake, God receive my soul. So, I summoned the courage and
called them, ‘Officer, officer, please come and rescue me’, and they said ‘who
are you?’ I introduced myself as Chief Ojimba of History Department of the
college. I told them I fell from upstairs and my leg was broken.
said within myself, if they were genuine policemen, I have a testimony to tell,
but if they were fake, God receive my soul. So, I summoned the courage and
called them, ‘Officer, officer, please come and rescue me’, and they said ‘who
are you?’ I introduced myself as Chief Ojimba of History Department of the
college. I told them I fell from upstairs and my leg was broken.
It
was then that they mobilised other soldiers. They asked for my ID card. I told
them I left it at home. They didn’t believe me and threatened to kill me. I
said I couldn’t stand up, my leg was broken.
was then that they mobilised other soldiers. They asked for my ID card. I told
them I left it at home. They didn’t believe me and threatened to kill me. I
said I couldn’t stand up, my leg was broken.
I
said they could waste me but I was a lecturer in the school and they could
confirm by going to my office at room 78. I said they could see my two phones
and a new laptop in the office. Yet they didn’t believe me, so, they ordered me
to pull-off my shirt and singlet which I did. They further asked me to pull-off
my trousers and I cried to them that my legs were already swollen and my bones
broken and I could not. In harsh tone, they warned that if I fail to obey their
instructions they will shoot me. After doing that, they also asked me pull-off
my short, which I did and was stark naked.
said they could waste me but I was a lecturer in the school and they could
confirm by going to my office at room 78. I said they could see my two phones
and a new laptop in the office. Yet they didn’t believe me, so, they ordered me
to pull-off my shirt and singlet which I did. They further asked me to pull-off
my trousers and I cried to them that my legs were already swollen and my bones
broken and I could not. In harsh tone, they warned that if I fail to obey their
instructions they will shoot me. After doing that, they also asked me pull-off
my short, which I did and was stark naked.
Well,
one shouldn’t blame them, because they were actually doing their job. They
wanted to confirm if I was not one of the terrorists, and was not concealing
any bomb in me. When they noticed I was stark naked and nothing was on me, they
instructed me to put on my clothes. Then, they rescued me out of the place. An
Assistant Superintendent of Police, ASP, that came with the team, an elderly
man like myself, carried me on his back, with three other soldiers carrying my
swollen right leg to the waiting school ambulance. I cried like a baby, as I
was taken to the Murtala Muhammed Specialist Hospital, Kano. I have never cried
like that before all my life. It was then that they brought out dead, Dr. Ajamu
of the Department of CRS. He was shot inside his office, because the Boko Haram
people went to offices, classrooms and toilets shooting anybody at sight.
one shouldn’t blame them, because they were actually doing their job. They
wanted to confirm if I was not one of the terrorists, and was not concealing
any bomb in me. When they noticed I was stark naked and nothing was on me, they
instructed me to put on my clothes. Then, they rescued me out of the place. An
Assistant Superintendent of Police, ASP, that came with the team, an elderly
man like myself, carried me on his back, with three other soldiers carrying my
swollen right leg to the waiting school ambulance. I cried like a baby, as I
was taken to the Murtala Muhammed Specialist Hospital, Kano. I have never cried
like that before all my life. It was then that they brought out dead, Dr. Ajamu
of the Department of CRS. He was shot inside his office, because the Boko Haram
people went to offices, classrooms and toilets shooting anybody at sight.
I
stayed at the specialist hospital with my broken leg inside Plaster of Paris,
POP, for about a week. But I must confess that I was impressed by the way our
school’s governing council, the school management, students, staff unions,
friends and relations rallied round me while I was hospitalised.
stayed at the specialist hospital with my broken leg inside Plaster of Paris,
POP, for about a week. But I must confess that I was impressed by the way our
school’s governing council, the school management, students, staff unions,
friends and relations rallied round me while I was hospitalised.