17/03/2026
How can I send my Son to a Boarding School for 3 years, and when I decided to pay him a Surprise Visit in his School, they’re saying that he has díed 2 years old in an accident?
How?
That’s currently the Situation I’m trying to process.
My younger son Obed has just been crying since. He cannot sleep alone anymore. He keeps saying he hears Obadiah’s voice calling him from the backyard. Single Mother liké me, where do I start from? My heart is heavy, and my head is spinning.
I decided to involve the police. I went to the station and told them everything. I showed them the fake results and told them about the phone calls. The Inspector looked serious.
“Madam, don’t worry,” he said. “We will find him. We will track his phone number and find out where he is hiding. If he is alive, we will bring him to you. If he is dead, we will find those who are lying to you.”
They promised me that they’ll look into it and start tracking Obadiah wherever he is. I went home with a little hope. Bùt few days later, the police reported to me that they didn’t find him and that I should drop the case….
I went back to the station, shouting.
”Officer, as how? Why’re you advising me to drop the case? This is my son that’s missing! They’re even saying that he’s dèad, and you’re saying I should overlook it and keep moving on with my life?”
The Inspector did not look me in the eye this time. He was just arranging some papers on his desk.
“Madam, sometimes it is better to let things go,” he said in a low voice. “We checked the records. The accident happened. The case is closed. There is nothing more we can do for you here. Please, go home and take care of your other son.”
“No!” I screamed. “You said you would track the number! What did you find?”
“The number does not exist,” he said flatly. “It has never existed. Please, leave now.”
I kept on wondering why the police all of a sudden dropped the case down. What’s happening? They didn’t even accept any money from me to continue. Usually, they would ask for 'mobilization fee,' but this time, they just wanted me to disappear. It was as if they were afraid of something.
I decided to move to another Police Station to make a complaint. I felt that maybe this station had been bribed by the school. bùt as I was thinking of that, I heard some news from that same school that made my blood cold.
They have kidnapped a boy.
I asked more about it from a parent I know there. They said it’s that same boy that exposed Obadiah’s last behavior to me—the tall boy with the scar who told me how Obadiah lodges at the hotel and sneaks out of the Boarding School.
“How did it happen?” I asked the woman, my voice shaking.
“They said some men just come and pretended as if they have some important Conversations to have with him,” she whispered, looking around to make sure nobody was watching us. “The boy followed them to the school gate. As soon as they got outside, they hijacked him, pushed him into a black car with no plate number, and left. The school security couldn't even stop them.”
I sat inside my car, shivering. This was not just a case of a missing boy anymore. This was something much deeper and more dangerous.
What exactly is happening?
Why did the police drop the case all of a sudden? Did they see something on the tracking that scared them?
And who kidnapped that little random student of Obadiah’s classmate? Was it because he spoke to me?
My Love, as we start this New Story, let’s Iike the Story, please, please 🙏😔, I don’t coIIect anything from anyone, it’s just the Éngagement and Iikes that encourages me.
Deariest, You know what to do right?, I'm talking about those that are just meeting this page for first time!, you can tap on the foIIow button, so that Facebook Will notify You immediately I drop the Next one, I'm just Saying for those who'll like to read the Journey of Obadiah.
True African Life Stories