Area-Fada:
It seems people are not making official complaints, how can they change?

Can someone start a blog or something like: Complaint Against NPF (CANPF) or anything like that?

Because it will help collate people's experiences and that may be able to draw international attention. You know our so-called leaders hate international embarassment. That's the only thing the fear. It may start small but because the NPF may soon have their cup full soon, you never know. All these complaints are not official.

When complaining include as much detail as you can, get the Policeman's Number and name, police station, place and time of incident, what exactly happened and final outcome (e.g. forced to pay bribe or pay for bail, physical/mental abuse/torture, threats, forced confessions, detention, etc).



They will rather slavishly obey American Ambassador (see Wikileaks)instead of serving the electorate.

Boyloaf: in a society like ours, any blogger who tries openin such a blog will rciv a thousand & one slaps! Trust ♍ε. ∂α† is if he/she is nt shot though.

It seems people are not making official complaints, how can they change?

Can someone start a blog or something like: Complaint Against NPF (CANPF) or anything like that?

omokidew: They caught me at ikotun in front of First Bank and dragged me into their station.. They then searched me and found a western union receipt with me.. Searched my phone and found an American number.. The name on the western union receipt was a Nigerian name as the sender and the number belonged to an uncle but they weren't deterred. They made me call the number thinking i was a yahoo boy and i saved a maga's number using a nigerian name but they heard my uncle talking.. He was calling my name and wanted to know why i was calling him that late and if i received the money he sent. That didnt stop them either.. They opened my phone and threw my battery into the gutter, brought out a paper and started dictating for me.. ""Say you are a criminal" .. When i refused to follow their instructions, i received the hottest slap of my life and they brought out an electric taser .. Omo, when i saw the device sparking, no be person tell me to start writing everything they instructed me to write.. I pleaded with them to let me go that the money was meant for my fathers hospital bill who just had a stroke. Forget oo, they deducted #20,000 naira from the 120 and asked me to go and bring my father. How could i possibly bring someone that was already bedridden .. Anyway, my old man died 2 weeks later and till today, i keep asking myself if i should have made a case with them. Where do i go and where to start from. Who will listen to me and if its goig to become a license for more harassment ..

Area-Fada:
It seems people are not making official complaints, how can they change?

Can someone start a blog or something like: Complaint Against NPF (CANPF) or anything like that?

Because it will help collate people's experiences and that may be able to draw international attention. You know our so-called leaders hate international embarassment. That's the only thing the fear. It may start small but because the NPF may soon have their cup full soon, you never know. All these complaints are not official.

When complaining include as much detail as you can, get the Policeman's Number and name, police station, place and time of incident, what exactly happened and final outcome (e.g. forced to pay bribe or pay for bail, physical/mental abuse/torture, threats, forced confessions, detention, etc).


They will rather slavishly obey American Ambassador (see Wikileaks)instead of serving the electorate.

Boyloaf: After submittin my final year project in sch, i went straight to collect cash from western union sent to me by my elder broda, comin out from first bank in ekpoma, suddenly, two police men wit ak's jumped down from okada like commandos while pointin their guns @ me, orderin me to come wit them to d station. I agreed & as we got to d station, they ask ♍ε to identify myself & i did. The one who searched my file brought out d western union pay slip & called ♍ε a yahoo boi, but i asked him to look @ d sender surname & mine dt d cash is from my blood broda but he refused! Demandin to c d money first, but was angered & slapped me twice wen i told him i deposited d cash into my account, they took d few thousands in my pocket & was abt to throw me in cell. @ dis point i lost my cool! I asked them to take me to their DPO's office cos i knew he was a masters student supervised by my uncle ''a prof'' in my sch & knows me very well. Unfurtunately for dem, they agreed. As soon as their oga saw me, he got up τ̅☺ greet me while callin me by my name! †ЂΞ 2 mofos instantly knelt down while beggin me, but i replied wit a thunderous slap on their faces. Their boss asked me wat happened & i xplained. Long story short, they were both purnish & made to pay me 5k each wen i promised to sue them τ̅☺ court.

Mkpakala: Have You Ever Been Oppressed/molested By Police? Feel Free To Share It Here

Hello nairalanders,

my intention of creating this thread is to make a lighter mood of any form of embarrassment by policemen.if you have ever been molested or oppressed by a policeman just feel free to come and share it here.I will start by sharing my own first. It happened 18 years ago when i was still in senior secondary, it was around 6.30pm i was coming from a friend's house unknown to me that some cultist just raided the area and shot one guy very close to my house.As usual the stupid policemen waited for more than 45 mins after those guys had left before arriving,like a proverbial monkey that doesnt know the bush is on fire and still went ahead to jump inside the bush, I was on top of bike going home, i got to the street adjoined to my street the whole place was deserted i was still wondering what happenned when some group of unscruplous element that call themselves police just rushed out from a hidden place and shouted the bike man down before i could say jack robinson the policemen ordered us into their open van brandishing their gun and the worst part is none of my family member knew my whereabout.They took me and the okada man to their station, on getting there I saw one guy they just released i pleaded with the guy to go and inform my family but to no avail.later in the night when it seems nobody is coming to bail us they pushed me and the bike man inside the cell room.Everywhere was dark but i can see a silhouette on the wall, after few minutes i heard a coarse voice asking what did you do?i didnt bother to respond neither the bike man did,out of the darkness i saw something that moved like a thunder GBOSA that was a thunderous slap from the kodo(ie the armed robber that assume the post of cell presido)it was given to the okada man but the effect was resounding in my eardrum,the bikeman start pleading with the kodo to have mercy on him.The voice repeated the question what did you do?i dont need an ifa priest to tell me this time around that the question was meant for me out of fear i told the guy that i shot two policemen at lokoja-abuja express way(lol can you imagine) the guy said why didnt they kill you or at least shot you at legs because thats the norm i responded i was not caught at the scene of the robbery the guy just laughed and said 'u go tey for here'.needless to say that the bike man used his eyes to see his two ears and i was spared because they believed i shot a policeman.

could you imagine as early as 5.0 clock the same kodo (armed robber presido inside the cell) woke me up to lead them in prayer.lol mehn the experience is not a funny one because that night was the longest night i have ever spent no thanks to the odour and mosquitoes that will besiege on you as if you were donated to them. I thank God that my parents came to bail me out the same day.please you can share your own story

woodcook: Mine was when I was in 3rd year, as usual then I always study during the break as if school was in session. That faithful Saturday, I went to a nearby secondary school (Urban Girls ) to study it was around 9am. When I was about leaving between 1pm and 2pm, I noticed two guys came around in bike and just at the entrance of the class as I was about stepping out one of the guys accosted me and requested for my id. Without suspecting anything I flashed my school ID and the guy grabbed it from me and claimed I had come around to smoke weed. Gosh, I was like you can see my bag and books and also I had my Bible in my bag. The guy was like they have orders to arrest anyone found in the premises, behold there were group of area boys playing football around and the so called officer just turned a blind eye towards them. They insisted I join them to the station to make a statement and that would be it. Well before I could say one more word this slap came from no where and I respectfully mounted the bike with them. Unfortunately for me I never had a phone through out my Uni days, then I saw it like an unnecessary distraction at that moment I wished I had one, since I was dead sure the bike was going to pass through my street to the station.No phone no help, so I found myself at the station with tear pouring down my eyes. When I got to the station the two fellas asked me to seat behind the counter and left to continue their raid. With teary eyes I was trying to explain to one of the female officer and that she should look at my bag and see that I was studying, behold another slap came from the officer standing next to the female officer, then I realized I was not supposed to stay anything but to sit put. Sitting down and sobbing like a baby filled with rage, there came one other guy, though not on duty, he actually saw me when they brought me. He asked if I have a phone I should call my people, I told him I don't have one so he took me out to a nearby house where they happened to have a business center. I called my friend and told him to call my uncle, since my dad was not in town. After sitting in the biz center for a while I got bored brought out my book and began to read and the officer that brought me to make call walked up to me and for the first time asked me what happened. I explained everything to him, he was mad, he was like that was not how to make money. He has been telling his colleagues to stop harrasing innocent people and he then asked me to leave. I told him I couldn't because the officers are with my student id. In the middle of the gist I saw my uncle drove in I went to meet him and he was like who arrested you I told him the guys have gone out,most of the officers in the station were like Dr. what brought you? My uncle told them they arrested his son who has gone to study the officers around were apologetic, when the guys with my id walked in, and they were told by their senior officer to hand me my id and apologize to me they did. On our way out they were like Dr. at least give us money for fuel for bringing your boy to this place. My uncle was furious and he told them to take me back to where they picked me in the first place, though I never told my uncle they slapped me lol. But my friend ended up giving them 200 naira without my uncle noticing. That evening I prayed for them because I was hurt and filled with rage. One week later one of them nearly got killed by group of area boys along the rail line in Aku street. I was pleased that he tasted what it feel like to be helpless if not for people around those guys would have killed him and his partner. his stupid partner bailed!

olaezebala: Mine was when I was still in the uni. I went to the bank to collect some money from the SUG account(being an official of the SUG). Immediately I came out of the bank, two ugly policemen walked up to me and asked me to come with them to their van. in getting there,they checked me, saw the money on me and bundled me down to their station. Unfortunately for them, some students saw what happened and reported the case at the SUB. By the time my Comrades came with lot of students already gingered with the ALUTA song, the D.P.O came to the cell where I was, called me out and begged me to go and talk to my people to calm down. When I was released and got outside their station, I fell for the superior power of the ALUTA spirit. I demanded that the two policemen that brought me to the station must beg me in front of the students which they did and I helped them with my own gift of slaps(just the way they gave it to me).

::Andrew:::
hmmm

It was a saturday night i didnt want to spend the night in the barracks so i left for festac around 11pm
Around 12 i was still on hold up until i got to agboju by 12:45. Immidiatly i diverted to agboju and festac junction
a police van packed beside shined full light on me, i stopped and covered my eyes with my hand, they came with torch lights
come down come down they shouted. where are you going and where are you coming from? I told them I was coming from ojo barracks
to our house in festac. oooh army children all na thief with their papa gun, they ransacked my car and searched me from head
to toe. After everything they told me am coming with them, I asked for what? they said okay settle us, I said I dont even have
a dine on me. while i was talking a military lorry filled with rankless soldiers was passing slowly because of the hold up. I pointed
at them and pointed my car, to my suprise many recongnised the car, a peogeot 206 blue color shared to all army officers. Three of them
jumped from the moving lorry and came to tell the police that is general XXXXX son. I was so suprise to hear the police say they asked me to go
since I was only here on my own. I left but couldnt sleep well that night.