Listic1:
Monday the 5th of June, 2017 is one day I won’t forget in a hurry. Very early that day, I freshened up and started on my way to court which was ‘outside jurisdiction’. For some inexplicable reasons, there were not very many vehicles on the road. Somehow, this particular vehicle, a red Toyota or Honda salon car – but converted to a taxi, appeared before me. I inquired from the driver whether he was headed in my direction of which he responded in the affirmative. I then boarded the vehicle. After sitting down I noticed that there were two young men in the vehicle – one in the front passenger seat wearing a red face cap and red hooded jacket and the other in the passenger seat behind the driver wearing a white polo shirt. However, I never took time to steal glances at their faces. I sat next to this passenger. Shortly after I boarded, another lady was picked along the road. This lady sat beside me.

A few minutes thereafter the driver stopped the car and the passenger in front, turning backwards to face those behind, greeted everyone at the back and asked what we have in our bags as he raised his pistol for all to see. Before I could say anything, the young chap beside me took my bag from me and started searching my trouser and suit jacket pockets. In the process, he took my phone and a few wards of N500 notes which I left in my left back pocket in case I needed to make a quick expense having put my wallet in the bag. At the same time, the dude with the gun took the lady’s bag, her phone and asked her to pull off the ‘gold’ she was wearing. After doing that, the young man turned to me with his gun pointed and asked me how much I was with. I told him and added that everything is in my wallet which was in my bag and that his colleague has taken the notes that I didn’t put in the wallet as well. As I was saying this, I was inexplicably extremely relaxed and smiling and also asking them to give me the tools of my trade: case file, wig and gown, diary and bib and collar which were in the bag; stuff which I knew would be useless to them. This is awkward and weird, I know. Perhaps, infuriated by my disposition the young chap pushed me on my left side to expose my left leg and said: ‘you think say we dey joke here? I go just put this ‘ginot’ for your leg’. His other colleague began pleading with him not to try anything stupid; he was reminded of how he could not control himself the last time and he eventually killed someone. This sort of calmed him down a bit.

Well, after satisfying themselves that they have properly waylaid us, we were asked to go of the vehicle and sit on the kerb by the roadside. As they were about to drive off, the guy who sat beside me asked again what I had in my bag and I told him and also asked that he should give the bag back to me after taking the money having told him where I kept it. The young man opened the bag, brought out only the case file, dropped it on the ground and they drove off. As I and the lady stood up to find our level but me to pick up my case file first, the very car came back in reverse. The lady was asked to get into the vehicle and they drove away. In all of these the driver did not utter even a word. However, I know that they were all working in concert. I thereafter retreated to some safe corner where I was ruminating over what just transpired; the first and I believe the last of its kind I would experience and how over the weekend, Saturday, I guess, I was asking myself how I would react if a gun was pointed at me. It is a funny life!

While deep in thought, from the corner of my eye I saw that car drop of the lady who then entered another vehicle. At this point, I approached a bystander who only assisted by giving me his phone to call my family. This was a wasted effort as all the numbers I had off hand didn’t connect. In this state of slight confusion, I decided to search my jacket pockets. And boy what did I see? Some change in the only pocket that was not searched! With that I went in search of my bearing!

End.

PS: I have a feeling, a very strong feeling, that something very bad would happen to the young man with the gun.

Thanks: Seun; Lalasticlala

Caustics:
was the lady working with them or the picked her again for more activities?

chijioke086:
make money call or whatsapp the number below

Nma27:
That was how my phone was snatched. Lucky the fool snatched only my phone and not my Handbag o.

Listic1:
Monday the 5th of June, 2017 is one day I won’t forget in a hurry. Very early that day, I freshened up and started on my way to court which was ‘outside jurisdiction’. For some inexplicable reasons, there were not very many vehicles on the road. Somehow, this particular vehicle, a red Toyota or Honda salon car – but converted to a taxi, appeared before me. I inquired from the driver whether he was headed in my direction of which he responded in the affirmative. I then boarded the vehicle. After sitting down I noticed that there were two young men in the vehicle – one in the front passenger seat wearing a red face cap and red hooded jacket and the other in the passenger seat behind the driver wearing a white polo shirt. However, I never took time to steal glances at their faces. I sat next to this passenger. Shortly after I boarded, another lady was picked along the road. This lady sat beside me.

A few minutes thereafter the driver stopped the car and the passenger in front, turning backwards to face those behind, greeted everyone at the back and asked what we have in our bags as he raised his pistol for all to see. Before I could say anything, the young chap beside me took my bag from me and started searching my trouser and suit jacket pockets. In the process, he took my phone and a few wards of N500 notes which I left in my left back pocket in case I needed to make a quick expense having put my wallet in the bag. At the same time, the dude with the gun took the lady’s bag, her phone and asked her to pull off the ‘gold’ she was wearing. After doing that, the young man turned to me with his gun pointed and asked me how much I was with. I told him and added that everything is in my wallet which was in my bag and that his colleague has taken the notes that I didn’t put in the wallet as well. As I was saying this, I was inexplicably extremely relaxed and smiling and also asking them to give me the tools of my trade: case file, wig and gown, diary and bib and collar which were in the bag; stuff which I knew would be useless to them. This is awkward and weird, I know. Perhaps, infuriated by my disposition the young chap pushed me on my left side to expose my left leg and said: ‘you think say we dey joke here? I go just put this ‘ginot’ for your leg’. His other colleague began pleading with him not to try anything stupid; he was reminded of how he could not control himself the last time and he eventually killed someone. This sort of calmed him down a bit.

Well, after satisfying themselves that they have properly waylaid us, we were asked to go of the vehicle and sit on the kerb by the roadside. As they were about to drive off, the guy who sat beside me asked again what I had in my bag and I told him and also asked that he should give the bag back to me after taking the money having told him where I kept it. The young man opened the bag, brought out only the case file, dropped it on the ground and they drove off. As I and the lady stood up to find our level but me to pick up my case file first, the very car came back in reverse. The lady was asked to get into the vehicle and they drove away. In all of these the driver did not utter even a word. However, I know that they were all working in concert. I thereafter retreated to some safe corner where I was ruminating over what just transpired; the first and I believe the last of its kind I would experience and how over the weekend, Saturday, I guess, I was asking myself how I would react if a gun was pointed at me. It is a funny life!

While deep in thought, from the corner of my eye I saw that car drop of the lady who then entered another vehicle. At this point, I approached a bystander who only assisted by giving me his phone to call my family. This was a wasted effort as all the numbers I had off hand didn’t connect. In this state of slight confusion, I decided to search my jacket pockets. And boy what did I see? Some change in the only pocket that was not searched! With that I went in search of my bearing!

End.

PS: I have a feeling, a very strong feeling, that something very bad would happen to the young man with the gun.

Thanks: Seun; Lalasticlala

Caustics:
are you one of them that stole the phone? Cuz these criminals are on nairaland too.

NwaAmaikpe:
Nothing will happen to the guy in Jesus name.


Na dia own hustle be thay

Caustics:
are you one of them that stole the phone? Cuz these criminals are on nairaland too.

EgunMogaji:
OP is probably one of those that will rally against legal gun ownership.

Enoquin:
Wow! That was how one of my brothers was dispossessed of a tangible sum yesternight. There have been complaints in Uyo of these sort of incidences especially via Keke even those with ATMs aren't spared as the thieves go around with POS.

Funny too, I have been thinking what I'd do if such happens to me. Now, that your's came to pass, I pray mine doesn't.

EgunMogaji:
OP is probably one of those that will rally against legal gun ownership.

Rainmaker69:
Really sad story. Sorry bruv. It could happen to anyone and so everyone who ends up in this unfortunate situation should try to keep calm and avoid infuriating the robbers unless one's life is involved. Once out of the car, get to a safe place and then discreetly note the registration number if you can.
This country gat no chill at all. When those ediots are caught, na the same lawyer dem go dey find to represent them.

beardlessdude:
so he would be carrying guns in public vehicles