They trailed me all the way from Surulere.

And finally pulled me close to Marina way.

That day.

Unapologetically armed with heavy rifles.

The Taxify driver had noticed they had been following us since we got to Costain, but I impelled him to ignore and keep moving.
Got to the traffic, they overtook and blocked us with their old white Danfo van.

Alighted almost immediately.

Six men.

Black T-shirts.

Black pants.

Sunglasses.

At this point, the driver was already sweating.

They walked up to our car, the driver
unlocked the doors when they knocked on the windshield.

Three got in.

Three pointed guns at my cab as though they had caught the criminal who was behind Nigeria's downfall.

People watched in stunned disbelief.

One in the front seat.

Two beside me in the backseat.
The one in my left said.

"So you people are no longer afraid again. So una don dey do yahoo in the car. Pressing laptop in the car?!

I turned and looked at him.

"Excuse me?"

The one in my right shouted.

Mouth smelling of alcohol.

Puffy eyes.
Dark.

Brown teeth.

"You say? Let's have your phone and your laptop. Unlock it!"

"What have I done wrong for you guys to stop me in the middle of the road this way?"

"Because we see you pressing laptop in the vehicle."

"And that's a crime?"

"Young man, I swear to God.
This is the last time we are going to ask you. Let me have your phone and laptop to search. Are you mad?!"
"I'm sorry, whatever you guys are. I cannot give you my laptop nor my phone to search."

"Sorry?"

"I said I will never give you my devices to search."

"Oohh?"
I was silent.

The other one by my left spoke.

"Is that how you talk to officers?"

"Officers? Did I disrespect you, sir? Did you in any way introduce yourselves as officers?"

"You are stubborn. You are going to the station with us. Come down from the car."
"I can only come down from the car if you have your arrest warrant, and if you don't then please kindly leave my car I have a meeting to catch. I can forgive you for calling me a fraudster."

The one in the front shouted.

"Wait o. Who you think say you be? Eeeh?
You no give us your phone to check and you are confidently commanding officers."

"I didn't command you. Whether you're police or military, you don't have any right to search my devices unless you have a warrant to do so.
Secondly, I don't know who the hell you guys are in the first place."

"We are SARS?"

I pretended and said.

"I have not heard that before."

They were in shock.

"Are you serious?"

"You new in this country?"

"No, but I apparently haven't heard that."
One outside knocked on the windshield.

"Wetin dey happen inside. He no wan cooperate?"

"He no wan cooperate o. He dey form oyibo for us o. We go deal with am, he go understand where he dey."

Then he looked at me and asked.
"What do you do for a living?"

"I'm a writer, filmmaker."

The one in the front seat said again.

"Oh ordinary civilian and you dey form right. No worry, you go follow us go station today, and you go know. Come down for the last time."

"Driver, please move this car,
I'm going late."

The driver was shaking.

Didn't know which order to take.

One cocked his rifle and pointed the gun at my face.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five..."

Before now, I had texted someone on my WhatsApp.

It stated.

'I have been pulled over along Marina.
By six groups of armed men.

Black t-shirts SARS written on it.

I will give you a call, sir. If everything doesn't go so well.'

The text I received was.

"These people again. Do not allow them to search you. They have no right to do that except they have a warrant to do so.
If things go bad. Just dial my WhatsApp. Video call precisely."

"Noted, sir. Thank you, sir."

So while the other folk counted down before shooting at me.

I quickly called this person on a WhatsApp video.

Fortunately, he was in his office.

He picked nearly immediately.
"Kyrian."

They saw the face.

The badge.

The ID card he made sure to reveal.

The background and the uniform that scared the hell out of them.

The one who pointed a rifle at my face quickly took it off and uncocked his gun.
Before the man could say Jack Robinson they had started saluting.

"Hello, sir!"

"Yes, sir!"

"Good morning, sir!"

"Sure, sir!"

"Jesus. Sir, how is family, sir?"

"Aah. Jesu! Bad market."

The one was in the front seat gently opened the door and disappeared.
Signaling the ones outside

They quickly got into the van and drove to a safe distance.

Leaving the other two with me behind.

I spoke.

"Your people are holding me at gunpoint."

They turned to look at him.

"Aah. No, sir. We are just doing our job, sir."

The man spoke.
"On what level?"

"Sir, he didn't corporate. We decided to scare him small. Nothing serious, sir. We didn't know he is your friend, sir."

"And did I say he is my friend? And if he's not my friend you will kill him?"

"No, sir. We are sorry, sir.
He only refused to give us his phone and laptop to search, sir."

The other one whispered.
"Why you go say that kind thing to him? You get warrant to search person phone?"

The man spoke.

"He refused to give you people to search under what charge?"
"Sir, nothing, sir."

"Are you calling him a liar? What division are you?"

The one on my left muttered.

"Wahala."

"Please, sir. No vex. Sir, sir... it wasn't..."

"You people need to be sanctioned. That is how you keep disgracing the police. What the hell is the meaning of
that? Every day SARS this SARS that. What is wrong with you people in this country?! Is this what we trained you people for? To harass people?!"

"Aah. No vex, sir. Heey God o. Sir, we thought. We thought he is a yahoo man, sir."
My driver was already having fun, nearly choking himself with laughter.

Apparently recording the whole event.

"You thought?! Are you okay? Are you supposed to thought or act based on investigation and forensic?"

"That is our mistake, sir. It will not happen again, sir."
"Kyrian, where are they holding you?"

Before I could answer, they opened the door and took to their heels.

.

Ikeja

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