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Sorry for no updates yet. I'm so depressed. And feeling miserable. Will continue soon as I feel better.

duruZed:
Good start. Not how far but how well to the end.

Thanks. It's my real experience.

Part One


This saga began on a Friday night in the month of October 2018. I boarded a cab on my way home with another passenger inside who was going my direction and on getting to a police checking point, the car was stopped and the other passenger and I were ordered to come down for searching. I did. They searched me and found some Bet9ja tickets, my phone and wałlet on me. I was clean and good to go but my co-passenger wasn't. They found some unused bullets on him.

This discovery made the policemen highly ecstatic so much so that I believe I saw some do a combo of cartwheels and tap dance. They were literally beside themselves with excitement. I'm not too sure anymore about every detail as I was seriously scared and confused at the same time. Way too much was happening way too fast. And processing the events overwhelmed and rendered me somewhat dumb at the moment. What with everything playing out quickly, who wouldn't be?

We were immediately handcuffed to the back of their Hilux. With some beating us with anything within reach and the rest asking impossible questions simultaneously, it seemed everyone wanted either to kill us or to know for sure why they definitely had to kill us. Already bleeding at this moment, I was so weak. All I could do was to mutter, "I be passenger" with my last strength. But this men would have no such thing. I even heard one drunk one suggesting to their team leader that they should just shoot us already as we were dangerous armed robbers.

As I would later learn, the entire squad had been drinking away the whole Friday at a bar until late when they decided to mount a checkpoint to have some work to report back to the office. Now imagine their joy on arresting us, and that in less than 20 minutes of blocking the road for an entire day's work.

"No need. Only this one don do for today, make we dey go office go work on them for 'Theatre', " the leader finally said. At that they loaded us into the passenger seat of one of their Hilux with two mean-looking officers sitting on either sides of the doors to be double sure we didn't pick the cuffs and disappear. They did it all with such air of braggadocio that it made them look like teenage boys trying too hard to impress little girls they were crushing on. With such seriousness did they handle themselves that even James Bond would be jealous if he saw them. In their minds, I was one of the most dangerous criminals in the world while they were the baddest cops in the entire multiverse, or at least they made it look like that. I was scared out of my wits then, but in retrospect they now look ridiculous.

"I be passenger, " I muttered again faintly to the snarls of "Armed robber...shut up. You be passenger wey dey go prison!" followed by more hitting and beating.



Here I was stuck between two police officers and a guy I didn't know in a police vehicle driving to heaven-knows-where. This was not the way, nor kind of place, I like spending my Fridays. Obviously I was having the worst evening of my life, or a terrible nightmare.