How sad is that day for me when i was driving back from work and i was approaching ebutte junction (ikorodu,coming from VON), i saw on the other side of the road, a man badly beaten. he was said to be a thief (Heaven knows what he stole). he was unconscious, another man ran towards him and broke a plank on his head, at this point i stopped the car and i wanted to go help him out, the car in my back was hooting and my colleague discouraged me from going saying that things could get messy. i drove right to the junction (where there was a police woman) and informed the police woman about the situation. you need to see the look on her face (like who cares?), i drove home feeling very empty and sad. i just could not let out the replay of that very scene, i felt so insecure, this happened like a month ago. the second day,I walked there to inquire if the dude was killed or not,no body opened up. the only good thing is that i did not see any dead body on the road, so i consoled my self that he must have been taken to the hospital. i pass there every day and the scene pops up in my head, i see those people around there as vampires. or how can we explain how a person will wake up from his bed hoping to catch a thief so that he can beat and burn them half dead? or how do we explain where the tyres, planks and petrol come from if nobody has been anxious to kill? we have people that are worst than boko haram living among us, i tell you!!!