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Just as I left the hospital. Before I got to the intersection. They pulled before us in a black Toyota Sienna. Blocking us from moving further. These men. In black and blue jeans. And black tight t-shirts. Heavily armed. Sunglasses as usual. Climbed out of the vehicle. My driver exhaled heavily. "These people again." Eight men. Two moved toward the Taxify. Gun raised. Cocking their rifles as though they had caught some criminals. I sat calmly. If you are a young man who frequents Taxify or Uber in Lagos, you'd probably get used to that embarrassment. I had nothing with me just my phone. And the medication I had gotten from the hospital. I was so weak. Massive headache. While they approached I asked my driver. "Who are those guys?" "Haaa. Bros, na SARS o." I said. "I thought they have banned these guys?" He looked at me. "For wia. Na today?" I sighed. The two approached one on each side of the car. I kept my hands in plain sight and made no sudden moves. One of the men shouted at my driver. "You no go wind down? Abi you want us to beg you?" The Taxify driver quickly hit the window button as he screamed forcing a smile. "Aaah officer of the law no vex, sir! I throw way salute." The one who had shouted approached my window. I was looking away. He shouted. "Oga, you no dey greet person abi you no see us?" I slowly turned my head and looked at him. "Officer, good afternoon, sir." "Afternoon. Who are you?" I was about to answer. He shouted. "Oga, come down?!" One of his folks standing a few steps away shouted. "Who be dis person wey no dey hear us? Na one of those protesters? Devil go welcome am for hell now if he be one of those protesters." He cocked his gun and approached my Taxify. It was a lonely road. No onlookers. A few cars passed by the other side of the lane. I gently got down from the car. I greeted again. Both of them. "Officers, good afternoon, sir." My driver came out and said. "Na my passenger! I pick am from that hospital down the road." The one who had asked me who I am shouted at him. "Shut up! Did we ask you anything? You dey mad? Your moda!" Then he turned to me. "Oga, who are you?" "My name is Kyrian Chiemelie, sir." "What do you do? Wetin dey your pocket?" "I am a writer, sir." "Journalist?" "No, sir. Author, scriptwriter, filmmaker, sir." "Oga, wetin dey your pocket?" "My phone, sir." "Bring it out." I dug out my phone. "Unlock it." "Why?" The other one shouted attracting the rest, pointing his gun at him. "You are asking us questions? Are you stupid?" I said. "No, sir. But none of you has the right to search my phone. I didn't do anything wrong." One shouted, running toward us. "Who dey yarn that rubbish? Na one of the protesters? Shoot the modafuvker!" The other one said. "We never know na when we search him phone we go know." The Taxify driver said to me. "Please, unlock your phone. You know what is going on already." The one pointing rifle at me shouted. Eyes widened. Dark lips. Unsmiling face. "Oga, unlock your phone for the last time!" As I used my fingerprint he snatched my phone from me immediately. Handed it to the last folk who approached us. He seemed to be the leader. He started to go through my phone as he said. "What did you say you do again?" "I am a filmmaker, sir." "Actor?" I shook my head. "Basically writing." He looked at me. "You look tired." I said. "I just dey come back from the hospital. The one down there." "Wetin dey do you? COVID-19?" "No, sir. Na stress and little sickness. My doctor has given me some tablets, I will be fine in a couple of days." As he scrolled through my phone the others watched. Gun pointed up, down. A few at me. I remained chilled. He asked. "And you are not one of the end SARS protesters." I remained silent. One of them moved toward me as though he wanted to hit me his rifle. I dodged. "Oga, dey ask you, you dey ignore am." The man said. "Leave am. Make I see end SARS pictures on his phone first and he is gone with the gun." I was still silent. A few minutes later. One said to the one with my phone. "Oga, did you see any pictures of end SARS on his phone?" "I never see one." I said. "Sir, can I go, please? There is nothing on my phone." He looked at me. "Are you teaching us our job?" "Not at all, sir. But there is nothing on my phone. My doctor said I should not stand too long." Two laughed. "You dey tell us na. We wey no get doctor make we die. We wey dey use chamist cure our infection and malaria." I didn't say a word. One of them approached me and showed me some images on his phone. Dead bodies. Fresh corpses of youth, both male and female. Lying by the bush. Blood gushing from bullet wounds. I looked at him, in fear. He said. "Shey dem dey shout end SARS we no dey catch anybody again o. But na make we see pictures of end SARS for person phone the person is gone. Dis ones wey you dey see so na some of the protesters o. Shey dey don die like dis? Dey will keep dying." One shouted at him. "Why you dey tell am this thing? Why you dey leak our secret? Do you know who he is?" "Shey he talk say na filmmaker? He won't do anything." Goosebumps rushed over me. In actuality of how these guys are killing in reckless abandon. The one with my phone said. "I no see anything for him phone. He is free to go." He handed my phone back to me. I took my phone and said. "Thank you." As I headed back to the Taxify, a Lexus Jeep was approaching behind us. They rushed immediately and flew it to stop. The Taxify driver got in and we started to drive off. While I looked behind, watching as they dragged five guys out of the car. About three wore t-shirts. Boldly written 'EndSARS'. The Taxify turned right at the intersection and I couldn't see anymore. He shouted. "Ah. These people are in trouble." But I heard it barely ten seconds later. It was loud from a distance. Pooo! Pooo!! Pooo!!! Three gunshots. . Ikeja Kyrian Chiemelie Offor EndSARS!!! |
Kenzico:Dubai Porta potty comes to mind. |
Congratulations governor-elect Dapo Abiodun |
Shehu Yar'Adua anointed you a presidential candidate, and a candidate you will remain! Never a president. |
The time of juvenile harvest is a period of celebration and happiness in Celestial Church of Christ, worldwide especially among the children. In CCC, juvenile harvest is celebrated the first Sunday of June every year. Happy Celebrations Àṣeyi ṣ'àmọ́dun o |
The rail project they are claiming is 95% completed will not be completed even if Ambode is given fresh new 2 terms in office. Ambode is a monumental failure. |
All the dancers really tried but @sayrahchips version on IG is still my favorite. |
Immarocks:Lol...... Tytunji29 is it your body? |
E don red for this policeman.... He should say goodbye to NPF. |
tit:Thank you.... Are you satisfied now? |
If you like say I'm paid, na u sabi. In my area at Badagry West, in the last 6 weeks we've been enjoying nothing less than 23hrs 40 minutes of power everyday. In my head I'm thinking the 2019 campaign have started earlier than envisaged. |
Fayose is only using his presidential bid as a ploy to evade arrest after his immunity expires as governor of Ekiti state come 2018. He'll be shouting Buhari wants to use the EFCC and DSS to silence opposition. |
Epositive:It's quite unfortunate there's no video evidence to give more credibility to the story, but I am quite sure of what I am saying. |
Oluwasaeon:It's a typo |
NPComplete:I would have doubted too if it didn't happen to me but There's no need raising dust over this issue, next time you have a case of theft within your home or organization, just mail me I'll take you there. Now let me shed more light on the process of getting the thief caught. Upon getting there, each suspect will be tied hands back like the way it is in the picture, the suspect kneels down before the voodoo with a tiny rope tied around his or her neck, while the tip of the rope will be placed in the a shallow dug hole of 1cm. The suspect will be asked to raise his head afterwards. If he/she is not held down by the rope, he's innocent but if he/she is held down, viola! The thief has been caught. Until he/she confesses, he won't be let off the hook. |
Hello Nairalanders, I have decided not to share my one on one experience with the African Voodoo due to my religious beliefs but in response to the the thread https://www.nairaland.com/3965193/uselessness-african-voodoo-ayodele, I changed my mind. I stay in owode-apa, Badagry. A border town between Nigeria and Benin Republic. On Thursday the 20th of July 2017, around 8pm. I went to charge my phone at my friend's house because my generator was faulty. The following morning which was 21st of July 2017, I went there to pick up my phone. Lo and behold my gionee m5 was gone. We searched frantically but all our efforts was in futility. Immediately, my friend took me and another friend to his pastor but all the Man of God said was the phone was stolen by a guy (without giving us the name of the culprit). Unsatisfied with what his pastor said (though I already accepted my fate), the following morning which was 21st of July 2017 (the day of local government and local council elections in Lagos state) my friend took his apprentices, his younger brother's apprentices and 3 guys from the compound next to theirs (because they are the prime suspect) to a voodoo man in Porto-novo, Benin Republic who specializes in using his voodoo to arrest thieves. To cut the long the long story short, the voodoo caught the thief (an apprentice of the younger brother) , he told us where he kept the phone, which we came to retrieve before he was let off the hook, he also produces 2 other phones which he has stolen (one belonging to his boss). You don't believe in it doesn't mean it doesn't work. NB. I wished we could adopt this method for our thieving politicians. After your term in office, you come and swear before this voodoo. (just a wish that won't come to fruition, lol)
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CCC Hymn 908 Bi gbogbo aiye d'ite mo wa Nwon gbodo teriba f'oluwa Enyin omo ijo mimo E dide k'enyin oluwa Halleluya ni orin wa Halleluya wa ninu ise wa Bi aiye fe, be aiyeko Won teriba fun Olúwa . Amin IF the whole world rise against us, they must bow down before the Lord Ye children of Celestial Church, rise up to praise our Lord and King Halleluyah shall be our song Halleluyah dwelleth in all our deeds Whether the world likes it or not The must bow before the Lord. Amen. |
Educative post but illustrating with pictures would have made the post more educative and understandable. |
dorocent:Lol.... Only an empty barrel makes the loudest noise |
dorocent:If na epp level no go there at all, she has a home for the motherless babies that takes care of over 1200 kids |
I think the news is true but the disappointing thing is immediately I saw this thread I sent her a congratulatory message on BBM and the next minute she deleted me from her BBM friends. A babe that we've been chatting for over 9months on BBM... smh Fame na badt thing |
tycoon2:My boss introduced me to his ministry four years ago, ever since then my Christian has been so awesome. I have read few of his books (Unmerited Favor, Destined To Reign and Grace Revolution). I also subscribed to his newsletter where I receive Daily email, I also often visit his Web Josephprince.org and I hardly miss any of his programme on Daystar and the new rejuvenated TBN. How about you? How do you came in contact with his ministry? |
DivineSpp:Only if we Christians know what genuine salvation is. Thank God for the new Paul of our time (Pastor Joseph Prince) who is always dissecting the truth about the kingdom to us. God bless you too for sharing this |
The centre of excellence....but you left out the beaches |
I declare Jehovah will open the Windows of heaven to you all in Jesus name! You'll all breakforth and breakthrough in Jesus name! Go and make EXPLOIT!!! welcome to 2016 nairalanders |
R.I.P to the dead |
I have gotten so many compliments from both sexes including old and young but the one that has thrilled me most is the one just said to me a while ago after our vigil. He said and I quote "Sir, I have known you for about five years now but your humility is beyond what words can describe, Honestly you're a true leader" At that point I was just lost for words to respond |
Orina:Nope! It happens in some other African countries even in India. |
@Op....Honestly, whispering palms is the place to be but that picture you put up there is not from whispering palms. |



