THE GESTAPO

From their hideout, they espied the building.

Watching as the man daily kissed his wife while hurrying to grind his daily hustle

Watching as the wife hurriedly packs the kids Cereos into their lunch box along with their frozen yogurt specially ordered from Australia.

The stomach of second-in-command of the watchers grumbled loudly.
As it had been forced to make do with 2 cups of garri and groundnut- all borrowed from the mallam's store.

The man smiled mischievously and tried to pacify his stomach.
Promising it a full pack of yogurt immediately the team forces their entrance into the home they had been observing for a long time.

From their hideout, they crafted plans.
Backs bent over sheets of paper which strategies were drawn upon.
Eyes sore from looking too closely at the exit plans because the room was a dimly lit one.

They waited patiently.
Awaiting orders from the oga at the top which would kickstart their covert operation.

Awaiting to engage in the 'smash and grab' style of arrest which had so much served them in the time past and had enabled them overcome the judicial process which acted as a bottleneck to their plans.

Awaiting to whisk the suspect away into dark rooms where a single florescent light would withness the gradual snuffing out of the inner light of the room's occupant.

Those rooms where statements were coaxed out of the suspects with multiple blows to the face that disconnected the jaw.

Those rooms where the fire of every man was cooled by the act of pouring ice water on his naked body while he is strapped to an iron bunk.

Those rooms where the security man, donning a mufti garb and having gotten only a Primary school leaving certificate, can feel like he is the most high.

For no one would challenge him if he decided to squeeze the suspects nipples with a plier
And no one would dare stop him if he decided to taunt the suspect by painting a gory picture of him raping his wife.

Aye

Within the walls of his personal home, he is a dog who whimpers and cowers every time his wife shouts at him.
Within the church walls, he was 'that man that could not even hurt a fly and always gave the little he had to the needy'
But within those dimly lit walls, he was the Alpha and Omega who could waste any suspects life while claiming accidental discharge as the cause.

My country tumbles.
Into the dark tunnels of autocracy, it flings its burly weight.
Into the deep gorges of dictatorship, it begins to fall.

The citizenry mutely watch from afar.

Lulled by many lullabies being sang at the top offices and blared at all public places.

For we are being told to keep calm while being forcefed with the gruel of pain.
For we are being told to seal our mouths and conscience while being stabbed with the dagger of campaign betrayals.
For we are being to smile and pray for the change to quickly establish itself while the worms gnaw daily at our innards.
For we are being told to be patient while they battle the hydra headed beast called corruption

Alas!
We have not yet recognized that the soldiers have already been swallowed up by the enemy.

And, for the few who have recognized this fact, the Gestapo lies and lurks.

Awaiting orders from oga at the top to whisk them into those rooms.
Those rooms where the security guy awaits with a toothpick stuck between his teeth and a full day's ration of eba nestling within,
Awaiting to play God once again
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This is not meant to sway anyone to any political side. Rather, it is meant to open the eyes of the citizenry to the present wrongs of the system.