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I decided to leave my car for public transport today cos I no get energy for traffic.
But then SARS happened.
The SARS officer, dressed in a dirty black outfita screamed me out of the keke. Then, to calm down, I jejerly introduced myself as a doctor and showed him my ID.
But then SARS happened.
The SARS officer, dressed in a dirty black outfita screamed me out of the keke. Then, to calm down, I jejerly introduced myself as a doctor and showed him my ID.
Next, he said: "ehen, you be doctor, and So? Me I be police man, follow Me!"
I was shook!
I have heard of several SARS brutalities and this being my first encounter with them, I wasn't even ready for any wahala.
So I followed.
He took me into the canopy of a nearby tree.
I was shook!
I have heard of several SARS brutalities and this being my first encounter with them, I wasn't even ready for any wahala.
So I followed.
He took me into the canopy of a nearby tree.
The man, pot-bellied and red-eyed, began to search my bag. He saw a sample bottle, lifted it and said: " Na this one you dey put for your girlfriend toto?"
I was silent.
When he found nothing implicating, he decided to check my pockets. In the process he groped my crotch.
I was silent.
When he found nothing implicating, he decided to check my pockets. In the process he groped my crotch.
I felt so embarrassed, I quickly moved one step back, away from him.
He looked up at me, "Na wetin? No be man you be?"
Then he took my phone. He turned the back and examined it, prolly looking to see if it was an IPhone. Then he demanded I unlocked it.
It was switched off.
He looked up at me, "Na wetin? No be man you be?"
Then he took my phone. He turned the back and examined it, prolly looking to see if it was an IPhone. Then he demanded I unlocked it.
It was switched off.
I told him it was off. He didnt even listen. He long-pressed the power button and it came on.
And with what was left of the battery he scrolled through my apps, and then landed on Gmail.
He opened "Uche from Bolt" mail and a rejection mail and a couple of other benign mails
And with what was left of the battery he scrolled through my apps, and then landed on Gmail.
He opened "Uche from Bolt" mail and a rejection mail and a couple of other benign mails
And while he was navigating his way into whatsapp, the phone went off!
He returned my phone.
As I walked back into the keke, I tried to imagine what would have happened if, like many others, I was physically abused, beat up, extorted from, killed.
Prolly nothing.
He returned my phone.
As I walked back into the keke, I tried to imagine what would have happened if, like many others, I was physically abused, beat up, extorted from, killed.
Prolly nothing.
Maybe my brothers and a number of others would start a hashtag #JusticeForEjikem on Twitter. Well-meaning strangers would put up a pretty photo of me and title it "Rest in Power". Others would send "love and light" to my family and lovers. #endsars would be born again.
But what's happened has happened.
I couldn't imagine.
But I swore under my breath to never consider Nigeria home. To never let Nigeria kill me, unprovoked. To find peace at all cost. Because, according to Warsan Shire, "no one leaves home unless home is the mouth of a shark"
I couldn't imagine.
But I swore under my breath to never consider Nigeria home. To never let Nigeria kill me, unprovoked. To find peace at all cost. Because, according to Warsan Shire, "no one leaves home unless home is the mouth of a shark"
And this country, Nigeria, is the mouth of many sharks!
