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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.

I 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?

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