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I Slept With My Mum, Pounded 27 Babies, Ate 100 Tongues- Shina Rambo Empty I Slept With My Mum, Pounded 27 Babies, Ate 100 Tongues- Shina Rambo

Post by SKOOKID on Sun Jul 21, 2013 9:26 am

I Slept With My Mum, Pounded 27 Babies, Ate 100 Tongues- Shina Rambo Shina-Rambo
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
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
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.
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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
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…..

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