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Without the intervention of a crowd of young Igbo young men who saved me from the hands of the Nigeria Police attached to the FESTAC Mile Two station, I would be a dead man today.
I arrived Lagos today.
I came in through Ghana, and decided to enter Nigeria by road so I could see the lagoon landscape, riding a Jeep that I hired to drive me down.
Everything went well in Ghana, Togo, Benin Republic, until I stepped into Nigeria.
Na dia trouble start oooooo! The first immigration checkpoint that we encountered was at the Seme border, on the Nigeria side.
One of immigration officers took a look at me, and said, “Come down, oga.”
To cut a long story short, they robbed me of $500.
There were many of them, and they invited them to their shed.
They took my hand luggage, with all the money that I brought from the US.
Their excuse was that they wanted to search it to see if it contained contrabands.
They asked for my Nigeria passport. I told them it had expired and I was in Nigeria to renew it.
They said it was an offense for me to enter the country with an expired passport. I apologized. But they wanted none of that.
They said I had to “settle” them. They had my wallet containing the money I brought to spend in Nigeria.
They saw two twenty-dollar notes and said I needed to give them these notes, otherwise they would seize all the money in the wallet, and take me to their office to make a statement.
I had heard stories of visitors to the country ending up dead when the police invited them to their offices to clear some issues.
So I eagerly gave them the forty dollars. They gave me back my things.
But when I counted my money later, $500 was missing.
Then the Jeep driver drove me to the FESTAC Mile Two motor park, where another driver I hired to take me to Ile Ife was waiting.
My two suitcases were on the floor at the Mile Two FESTAC, in public, right under the large gate to FESTAC.
I was narrating my ordeal in the hands of the immigrations to my driver, when three gun totting police officer appeared.
They wanted to see the content of my bags.
As they searched the bags, they came upon the money I brought from the US.
I introduced myself to them as a professor at the University of Texas, Austin.
They asked for identifications. I gave them my driving license, the university issued ID card, my US passport and my Nigeria passport.
They took them from me.
By that time, about ten police officers had descended upon me.
Also listening were some Igbo guys hanging out at the motor park.
Before you could say “Ki lo de?” the police officers searched me thoroughly.
Then they started searching my bag.
They found that my suitcases contained my personal effects.
They were interested in a pair of shorts which they said looked like camouflage shorts.
They pulled out the shorts.
Then there was a sculpture that I made, which they said was juju,
They decided to seize my suitcases, hand luggage, ID cards and all of my money.
They said I had to follow them to the police station.
At this point, a sizable crowd of some fifty people had gathered.
One of them, with an obvious Igbo accent, said, “You can see he is a professor from abroad. He has given you several ID cards, including his passports. Wetin you dey find again?”
It was like a signal to the others, who began shouting, “You wan kill am? You people are thieves o! Highway robbers! It can never happen! Una don see money, una eyes don open…!”
Two of them jumped into the police vehicle and dragged out my bags from the vehicle. They accosted the one who held the wallet containing my ID card and my money, shouting, “You better give him back his wallet and money now, odawise wahala will burst.”
Another said, “We will not let you take him to the police station to kill him like you always do international visitors.”
In a matter of moments, about a hundred Igbo boys emerged from thin air and surrounded us.
The police officers saw they were clearly outnumbered by these Igbo motor park boys. Though some of the police officers carried rifles, they saw that the situation was clearly beyond what they imagined.
The police officer who held my wallet, passports and ID cards quickly handed them back to me.
The Igbo boys carried my suitcases on their heads.
The boys, seemingly closed in on the police officers, ready to attack them for my protection.
The police officers jumped inside their vehicles, and drove off to save face, their tails curled behind their brokos.
I recalled the traumatic moment I left the country in 1992, and swore “If you see me in this god-forsaken scountry again, cut off my neck.”
Obviously, the country has fallen much lower since then, and is now a danger zone in which men in uniform of all descriptions—immigrations, customs, police, vehicle inspection officers and others wearing uniforms difficult to define—they have all taken over the country and made it difficult for citizens to enjoy, or even just subsist in their own country.
Which kain’ nsogbu be dis o?
It is a geographical zone best avoided if you can.
But for the intervention of these Igbo boys, I could be locked up in a cell at the Mile Two FESTAC police office now—or dead and my body disposed of.
Someone needs to do something, somehow, if they want to save the citizens of Nigeria from law enforcement officers paid to protect the lives of the people, but jeopardizing the very existence of the citizens they took an oath to assist.
God bless these Igbo boys who rescued me from the hands of the obnoxious police officers at the Mile Two FESTAC today.
I’m sure not all police officers are bad.
But those police Mile Tow FESTAC officers who attacked me for daring to return to Nigeria on a visit were evil, and worse than maggots.
@profMoyookediji
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Supremos:
NIGERIA POLICE WANT TO KIDNAP Prof.Moyo Okediji

PROF MOYO OKEDJI IN FESTAC LAGOS STATE HE WAS SAFE BY IGBO'S IN THAT AREA.
Prof Moyo Okediji wrote



https://twitter.com/KoikiMedia/status/1735284433517707746?t=RK1YxK6SOuNrsSumIe3LJA&s=19.[/quote]Sounds like the second driver set him up. The man na jjc how can you book ahead say make stranger dey wait you, say you dey come from USA. Even your brother sef go plan for you😁 he s lucky he did not get kidnapped

jmoore:
The No. 1 point of this post is that Nigeria police is a criminal organization. Nigerian police has stolen more than highway robbers, Nigerian police has kidnapped more than kidnappers.

To be safe in this country, stay at least 500 meters from the nearest police officer.

NewDea4:
Sounds like the second driver set him up. The man na jjc how can you book ahead say make stranger dey wait you, say you dey come from USA. Even your brother sef go plan for you😁 he s lucky he did not get kidnapped

madridguy:
That is the punishment for people that have abandoned their families and friends. I am sure if he had informed people, they will advise him to enter registered motors doing cross border movement, like GOD IS GOOD MOTORS and you won't have such problem.

Imagine a whole professor putting his life in such a big risk.

Supremos:
Warning ⚠️.

If you are an ethnic supremist, avoid this thread.

This thread is not an ethnic superiority contest.

This thread is created to show we can be our brothers keeper irrespective of where one comes from.

This thread shows that the Yoruba/Igbo squabble ends here online and doesn't necessarily reflect reality on ground.

Mods kindly ban chronic ethnic chauvinist