Sometimes, life throws you curveballs that leave you utterly speechless. Just a few days ago, I stumbled upon a video that rattled me to my core.
It detailed the arrest of an accomplice linked to a notorious Enugu native doctor involved in ritual killings. To my astonishment, the name that flashed across the screen was Uche Kingsley, affectionately known as Agumba—a name I had known for years.
At first, I was in denial. Surely, it couldn’t be the same Uche I knew. The name, the nickname, the location—they all felt too familiar, but I dismissed it. After all, the Uche I knew was a devoutly religious man, someone who never missed a church service and was renowned for traveling from Aba to Enugu for special Catholic events. He was the kind of person who would challenge anyone’s faith if they dared to miss a Sunday service. He often teased me for not being as “committed” to my faith as he was.
But then I watched the video again, and when I heard he was involved in the furniture business at Ariaria, it hit me like a ton of bricks. This was no stranger; this was the Uche I once shared countless memories with. Driven by a mix of curiosity and concern, I searched for him online. When I came across his pictures, my heart sank. It was undeniably him—Uche Agumba.
Our history runs deep. Uche served a man from Uga in Anambra State (I’ll spare you the name), and I remember vividly the day he settled after seven long years of service around 2011 or 2012. We were just a group of young men trying to carve our paths. I could still hear his voice, saying, “Before I get married, I must be a wealthy man.” I reminded him he was the only son. He nodded with determination, “I know—but this is what I must do.”
Everyone in the building materials business at Ariaria knew Uche. From 2005 to 2013, we trained together at the Osusu Primary School field before I eventually moved away from Aba. I can’t recall him ever missing a church service; he was deeply entrenched in religious activities, even chartering buses to Enugu weekly and selling bottles of anointed water and yogurt after services. Just recently, I checked his Facebook, and he still shares posts from those same church events.
What truly breaks my heart is the shocking double life he was leading. Reports now reveal he was caught attempting to abduct a young girl to renew his ritual charms. His arrest led to the shocking discovery of a native doctor burying victims in soakaway pits. I’m still grappling with the reality of it all.
I reached out to a friend in Ariaria for confirmation, and he sadly confirmed the truth—Uche is indeed involved. He added that Uche still clings to his religious facade, with church stickers plastered all over his shop, car, and home. It’s as if he never stopped pretending.
I’m not here to cast judgment, but this revelation has left me deeply unsettled. Someone we knew, someone we trained with, someone we thought embodied faith—now unmasked as a ritualist and kidnapper?
Uche Agumba… what happened to you? How did we end up here?
