I am a woman, I live in Nigeria. You know where Nigeria is right? If you don’t, well it’s in West Africa quite close to Ghana, not really though because Republic of Benin and Togo wedge us apart. Yeah close to the sea too so we have beaches. I don’t know what you know about my country but we don’t live on tree houses like Tarzan and wear leaves for clothes.
I don’t know the history of corruption in the Police force of my country but i grew up knowing that Police officers stop vehicles on the highway and drivers give them N20 notes squeezed and hidden, later it became N100 notes. Now they are “sorted” in tens of thousands because they have graduated to stop and search and when they do search they never stop searching till they see something, afterall the Bible says ”seek and you will find.”
Then they began the Yahoo Boys Craze. To the Corrupt Police officer, a Yahoo Boy (which is another way of describing a fraudster whose main office is off the internet) is any young male who may have a fine car, preferably a Benz, must have a laptop and could have dred locks or a fashionable hairstyle.
I was at a Police station some time ago to bail a relative with a free bail of ”N150k’‘ for the offence of buying a fairly used phone which we were told (no evidence shown us nor did we see the complainant) was stolen, after he had spent a night sitting in a cell(a cell is too crowded and dirty to imagine napping).
While in the interrogation room, 5 young lads of less than 18 years of age were brought in and accused of being internet fraudsters. The evidence? They had big phones. What caught my attention was that the Policeman offered to release them instantly if they forfeited their phones and the cash they had on them. They had 9 Phones on them, 4 of which were Iphones and cash of about N50k. The policeman also demanded that each of them be ”freely” bailed with N50k each. Na so i “pay” to collect my relative waka leave them.
The day I totally gave up on the Police my friends (there is a sarcastic outdated slogan here that says the Police is your friend) was one lonely night as I drove home from visiting an aunt admitted in an hospital. It was in some part of town I wasn’t familiar with. As I drove through side roads using my google map as a compass, suddenly a policeman on a bike over takes me and stops in front of me, another one rides and parks beside my door both cornering me.
So I step on my brakes suddenly, bringing the car to a halt. I lower my window glass. I say “Officer is there a problem?” and they begin apologizing, saying ‘”Sorry Madam you can go.”
I shake my head (in my mind oh) and wonder how different the case would have been if it wasn’t a female driving that night. Omo na for cell I for dey call that my same relative wey I bail to repay the favor. There is one romance story gone wrong between Uncle Forever and I that led us to spend a night in a police station which I may tell you one day.
Till then DON’T DO WHAT I WON’T DO, lol. Those are a real whole lot by the way! Hahaha. Do have a beautiful today.
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