Keeshae Jacobs was just 21 years old when she went missing in September of 2016. Her mother Toni Jacobs says she was a typical young adult going out with her friends and said she’d be back home the next day. She called her mother multiple times on a daily basis and even told Ms. Jacobs when she had made it home that particular day. However, she was unable to reach her daughter from that day forward. Ms. Jacobs gives a heartbreaking account of that day and the progression of events as they happened at that time. Keeshae’s story can also be viewed on HBO’s Black and Missing.
Describe what happened the day your daughter went missing.
I will say you can describe it as a typical day. She wasn’t a teen adult going out with her friends, she is a grown adult, at 21 years old, just hanging out. She told me she’ll be gone and would be coming back home the next day. That’s something typical people do every day. It’s tragic, because I was that parent that always reminded her about keeping a phone charge. I always told her to just let me know where you’re at. I don’t need to know your business. Just let me know you made it safely, but all those things that I did didn’t prevent my daughter from being taken and going missing.
What made you believe that something wasn’t right about her not coming home?
When she left that night, she texted me and told me “Mom made it home safe.” I was like, “alright, I love you.” She was like, “I love you too, I’ll be home the next day.” So, I didn’t think anything of it. My concern came when on my lunch break, I hadn’t heard from her, which is not like her. I proceeded to call her brother and was like, “Hey, have you heard from your sister?” He was like, “No, ma’am. She’s supposed to come home and cook me breakfast.” This is like a normal thing. And then he was like, “I don’t want to worry about it, she should be home soon. They probably hung out a little later or whatever and her phone’s dead.” I was like, “alright. aright”, but in the back of my mind I knew that wasn’t like her.
I proceeded to call her phone and it kept going to voicemail. Immediately, I got concerned. By time I got home and I still hadn’t heard from her, it was 5 o’clock in the evening. I told him, “this ain’t your sister because she calls me even when she’s mad. That’s when I stopped calling her friends and nobody said that they had seen her since the day before.
