I Beheaded 100 Men,
Pounded 27 Babies and Slépt With My Mother- Shina Rambo...
In
a very shocking interview renowned dare devil robber, Shina Rambo revealed some
of the evil things he embarked on in his quest for power, during his reign
terror in the 80's and 90's.
Read
below
Shina
Rambo now Mathew Oluwanifemi 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 sleéping 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 sléeping 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 sléep 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 sleép with them. I will go back home to my wife and sleép 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……
By
Tunde Moshood
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