It’s a story as old as time—boy meets girl, boy loses girl, boy hires hit men to murder girl, girl surprises him at her funeral by saying: “Surprise! I’m still alive!”

Such is the story of Noela Rukundo, a Congolese woman living in Australia who reportedly survived her husband’s attempt on her life because the hit men knew her brother and felt bad.

Rukundo was in Africa attending a funeral when her husband, Balenga Kalala, recommended she go outside “for some fresh air.” But as soon as she left the hotel, the BBC reports, she was kidnapped at gunpoint and driven to a safe house 30 to 40 minutes away.

“One of the kidnappers told his friend, ‘Go call the boss.’ I can hear doors open but I didn’t know if their boss was in a room or if he came from outside.

“They ask me, ‘What did you do to this man? Why has this man asked us to kill you?’ And then I tell them, ‘Which man? Because I don’t have any problem with anybody.’ They say, ‘Your husband!’ I say, ‘My husband can’t kill me, you are lying!’ And then they slap me.

“After that the boss says, ‘You are very stupid, you are fool. Let me call who has paid us to kill you.’”

The gang’s leader made the call.

“We already have her,” he triumphantly told his paymaster.

The phone was put on loudspeaker for Noela to hear the reply.

Her husband’s voice said: “Kill her.”

“I said to myself, I was already dead. Nothing I can do can save me.

“But he looks at me and then he says, ‘We’re not going to kill you. We don’t kill women and children.’

“He told me I’d been stupid because my husband paid them the deposit in November. And when I went to Africa it was January. He asked me, ‘How stupid can you be, from November, you can’t see that something is wrong?’”

So instead of killing her, the hit men gave her evidence to convict her husband-and left her on the side of the road. It took her three days to get back to Australia, where her funeral was in full swing. So she showed up and her husband thought she was a ghost. She was not.

It is an excellent story and you should read it.


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