Monthly Archives: June 2015

Brutality – Is the Police your friend?


I know my friend FK would be interested in this gist and maybe have a few stories to tell or maybe not. As some didn’t live to tell their story.

I will not go into the details of what the Police is supposed to do, they already know their work. It is what they are NOT meant to do, but KEEP DOING that is the bone of contention today and because they have knocked on the wrong door, I’m calling this particular person to the stand. And to think that just yesterday I posted a poem on the different kinds of brutality, only to have it played on my own King! God is watching you, Mr. Policeman.

IMG_20150630_192314I had requested for fish, moi-moi (steamed mixture made from beans paste, pepper, onions, groundnut oil etc. Well, this info is for my friends that don’t know what moi-moi is). As a matter of fact, I’ve added the pix of my food and a link, so I don’t deviate and as such my anger boils over quickly than it should. Actually, I’m not angry anymore, just pissed that people, NOPE…some Policemen still behave like this.

So back to my story…

I had asked King for grilled fish, moi-moi and salad (Please stop salivating, because even if you want part of it, it will have to be virtual-eating) and he calls me, I’m not sure why, but I could hear distracting noise in the background. So I kept calling his name till he responded and said that a Police-man had just deflated his tyre. There was this long fuel queue and the location housing the filling-station also houses that eatery King was going to. Usually, if you are going to the eatery, the security personnel would allow you entry and watch with their eyes to ensure you do not divert. Moreover the owners of the Petrol Station have their area cordoned off so you are ‘forced’ to stay in line.

King attempts to turn in by Oando roundabout and is told by this policeman to go and park somewhere and walk back to buy stuff. A staff of the eatery tried to intervene, the policeman ignored him and subsequently went to deflate the tyre. When King tried to stop him, he clung onto King’s suit and proceeded to use his gun to hit him. But King’s friend, Dee, blocked him and the gun landed on Dee’s hand. While all this was happening, his senior officer was by the corner watching. So King approached him to report the matter, the same policeman walked down to his boss to tell him not to listen to King and a wind of ALCOHOL gushed out!

This early morning! And with a gun?! Supposing he had cocked it and fired? I met a lady at work who came in very early in the morning weeping unashamed because a DRUNK POLICEMAN had shot her brother for no offence and refused to allow him be carried to the hospital and he bled there and died. A young man with so many potentials…a heavy loss to his family and this nation.

I know there are VERY GOOD Policemen and women in the force. When will the BAD ones be sent away or kept in the station to be doing “charge and bail” and leave sensible work to those that appreciate lives? Just asking. By the way, we have his number and his boss even had the effrontery to tell him to run and hide. Well, like a proverb in my place says “It’s the same hand you used to catch fly, that you will use to catch Bee”, but you know the end-results already, don’t you?! Hahahhahahahahaha. He will do it again and the Bee will sting.

What has your experience been?

© 2015. Frances Kelvin Otung. All rights reserved

Photo Rehab #7 – Muse


I get inspired by a beautiful Journal that is empty…the blank pages speak to me, beckoning that I create and make something out of their plainness – that voice I find irresistible! Inspired by beauty, pain, love and by children.

I’m not sure how to capture all in one, so I’ll just stick to children. #PhotoRehab
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Freedom Friday on a Saturday – Change


change-4-1imepycIf you live in Nigeria at the moment, the most popular word in recent times is CHANGE and if ‘CHANGE‘ were to charge us every time we called his name, he’d be smiling to the Bank per second. Sadly, Change can’t afford to be caught in the monotony of stability or ‘sanity’ as he must keep up with his title. Like they say and it is quite paradoxical that “Change Is The Only Constant Thing In Life”. The thought of Change being constant is preposterous!

Well, I’m given to Change, as long as it is for the better. So tonight, I’m going to change things on my knees or standing – however I deem comfortable – through prayers. I need things to be Peaceful, I work on them and I pray. I need a job, I apply, prepare for the post/interview and pray etc. The world is going crazy…I pray and change things.

What if things don’t CHANGE? What if it is all in the grand plan for the end to be beautiful? Then, it is wise to connect with One who knows the end from the beginning and that’s where I am, not just for the moment but for life!

Seasoned Sistah2 came to a point she had to make some changes in her life for the better. Let’s do this trip with her and learn other ways to fight pain. Read it up. Sadly, we couldn’t get her more nature pictures for this week. But lets see how that goes next week.

It’s Freedom Friday on a Saturday, we have to PRAY!

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Photo Rehab #6 – ROY G BIV


Roy G BivNot wanting to search too far for Mr. Roy G.Biv, I looked through my things. I’m sure I’m colourful enough to have all it takes to make ROY Green (with envy and) Blue In (the face and his) Views.

I’m not sure if I got them but my flowers seem to think I didn’t do badly. What do you think ROY G.BIV?

By the way, I will post this on my Clinic I’m sure they don’t mind a bit of colour!


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