It was midday and I was driving my car at a reasonable speed.
I sighted the FRSC dudes, feeling fly I deliberately slowed down because I had my seat belt on and I also had all the necessary documents/materials (or so I thought).
‘OGA PARK !!!’, one of them that had a Hitler-like moustache ordered. I complied.
‘Show me your driver’s license!’, he ordered. I showed him.
‘Your National roadworthiness certificate!’ Again I showed him.
‘Your proof of ownership certificate!’ Smiling, I showed him.
‘Certificate of insurance!’, Gbam! I showed him (at this point I was already having fun while he was getting angry).
He left with my vehicle’s particulars and went to discuss with one of his superiors who was seated in their van. He came back prepared for me and asked me to show him my fire extinguisher which of course I had!
He then asked for my spare tyre, I gladly showed him.
At this point his pot-bellied oga left the van, came over and using his index finger (as if to taste his wife’s soup) poked my spare tyre and facing me he barked ‘Your spare tyre is soft and you will be booked!’
I was dumbfounded.

So how did it end all?

pure fiction

if its true post d guys particulars online and see him lose his job!

soft tyre