This time I’m much older and it happened
recently. April, 2013. I just started work the previous month after coming back
home from NYSC in Delta State in February. This is my brief second ordeal. Read
the first here.
My phone was just stolen a week before and I was bent on getting it back using the Avast Anti-Thief app installed on the Android phone; ZTE Racer 2, my first android phone. I’ve had a good lead that pointed at a market at Mushin (google map). I went there on a Saturday but was told the only person who sells phone (both used and new) does not open on Saturdays being a member of Yahweh church. So I decided to return the next day being Sunday.
My phone was just stolen a week before and I was bent on getting it back using the Avast Anti-Thief app installed on the Android phone; ZTE Racer 2, my first android phone. I’ve had a good lead that pointed at a market at Mushin (google map). I went there on a Saturday but was told the only person who sells phone (both used and new) does not open on Saturdays being a member of Yahweh church. So I decided to return the next day being Sunday.
After
Church, I wanted to rush home first, pick the phone pack and head to Mushin
from Bariga where I reside. I called a biker (okada man) mounted on the bike to
take me home from Oshifolarin street down Ilaje after Adeboye street. Still on
transit, the rider game me the helmet to put on. I was reluctant still nursing
the belief that some use that opportunity to collect the fortune and destiny of
their prey (this is Nigeria, it happens). I held the helmet and refuse to put
it on while we rode on upward the road towards the area where the police
controlled and ‘napped’ defaulting okada riders. The rider warned me again and
asked me to put it on and not put him in trouble. I just told him “Don’t worry,
just dey go, them no go catch us, na me” The last “na me” prompted him to ask
“Who you be?” I smiled and said in my mind “You don’t know me? The son of God?”
Lol. Little did I know that I was tempting God by trying to justify a wrong. We
progressed and eventually got to the danger zone (where the police parades for
offenders). I was conscious of that however but failed to place the helmet
properly on my head.
We were stopped by two police men; one on uniform while the other was on a three quarter kind of trousers and a shirt.
“Stop!” Shouted the policeman not on uniform
Immediately, I attempted placing the helmet on my head but we’ve already been caught.
“Stop!” “Oya come down. Where your helmet?” He asked
“Oga I wear my own o!” Replied my rider.
“You no give your passenger abi?” asked the policeman, turning to me this time
Actually, he looked friendly but behind that friendly look, I understood that he had made a catch this sunny afternoon. He turned to me and accused me of refusing to wear my helmet. I tried letting him know that the helmet had no buckle to stay firm on my head so I did not wear it properly (which was situational but not the actual reason I didn’t wear the helmet). The policeman, refusing to hear me out, suddenly sat behind me and asked the rider to ride to the station. I was perplexed! I asked myself why I should be reprimanded for a wrong which only the rider should get the punishment… Not again! Next stop: Bariga Police Station!!!
Before we got to the police compound, just outside it before the main gate, the policeman had ordered the bike rider to stop which he did. He asked us to settle things there before going into the station because we will be forced to write a statement and take the matter further if we eventually do. I did not believe him but did later when we entered the compound, were taken an uncompleted building (a much more completed one this time) and a statement paper placed in my hands. I knew he was just trying to scare me joor. But I did not want more fuse and wanted to hunt down the thief of my phone that same afternoon so I gave him what he wanted(after speaking much English though) because it seemed he was just going to get me stranded until I did the needful. And the needful was done…but e pain me o!
We were stopped by two police men; one on uniform while the other was on a three quarter kind of trousers and a shirt.
“Stop!” Shouted the policeman not on uniform
Immediately, I attempted placing the helmet on my head but we’ve already been caught.
“Stop!” “Oya come down. Where your helmet?” He asked
“Oga I wear my own o!” Replied my rider.
“You no give your passenger abi?” asked the policeman, turning to me this time
Actually, he looked friendly but behind that friendly look, I understood that he had made a catch this sunny afternoon. He turned to me and accused me of refusing to wear my helmet. I tried letting him know that the helmet had no buckle to stay firm on my head so I did not wear it properly (which was situational but not the actual reason I didn’t wear the helmet). The policeman, refusing to hear me out, suddenly sat behind me and asked the rider to ride to the station. I was perplexed! I asked myself why I should be reprimanded for a wrong which only the rider should get the punishment… Not again! Next stop: Bariga Police Station!!!
Before we got to the police compound, just outside it before the main gate, the policeman had ordered the bike rider to stop which he did. He asked us to settle things there before going into the station because we will be forced to write a statement and take the matter further if we eventually do. I did not believe him but did later when we entered the compound, were taken an uncompleted building (a much more completed one this time) and a statement paper placed in my hands. I knew he was just trying to scare me joor. But I did not want more fuse and wanted to hunt down the thief of my phone that same afternoon so I gave him what he wanted(after speaking much English though) because it seemed he was just going to get me stranded until I did the needful. And the needful was done…but e pain me o!
No comments:
Post a Comment