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When The Police Is Not Your Friend by msporche(f): 7:23am On Nov 02, 2015 |
Late on Friday 30th, 2015, I go clubbing with a few friends. It has been a hectic week, and we head into the Rapongi Night Club, Festac; after all, as the legendary Ebenezer Obey observed, a hardworking soul deserves moments of refreshment... And so begins my latest encounter with your friendly Nigeria Police no longer friendly. • My right foot had ached all day from too much of incarceration following one or more bangs in the course of the day, so I step out of the Club to set my toes free. It is 1am. I stoop, un-lace my boot, free the foot, rub my toes and swing my leg. Then I stoop again to lace the boot, and that is when hell goes loose... • A rather unfriendly hand lands a massive slap on my back, then grabs me by the waistbands of my jean trousers and boxers, and drags me along. "Who are you, what do you..." The multiple slaps that subsequently land on my face ensure that I am unable to finish the sentence. I am then dragged towards three blue Volkswagen Faragon and flung into one. • About thirty of us are sandwiched inside the eighteen-seater bus. "Please, what have I done?" I scream as I raise my head to multiple slaps, this time more thunderous. Minutes later, a tear-gas canister is released inside the bus, the doors are locked, and these men, all in black T-shirts bearing the crest of the Nigerian Police Force with "Raiders" written across their chests, surround the bus, with their guns aimed at us. • I bring my head out of the window to breathe, but it is quickly returned with a blow. "Bring this head out again, and I will shoot you," a gunman says, as he closes the window. "Let's move them!" a man who appears as their superior, shouts, and the three buses zoom off. As we are driven off, and I manage to see printed on the back of the one driving us, "Department of Criminal Investigation, Panti". • We eventually arrive at the Adekunle Police Station, Yaba. We are asked to raise our hands as we descend from the bus, then to pull off our cloth and sit on the ground. Our hesitations are hastily rewarded with plunges of gun barrels in our chests. We immediately appear as criminals being paraded, as the excited policemen take turns to capture us with their phones. One of them then comes with pen and paper, and asks us for our names. • We are then ordered to move one after the other, into a large room where we meet about a hundred shirt-less boys already sitting cross-legged on the bare floor. The policeman stationed at the entrance of this room, lands a heavy slap on the back of our necks as each of us enters. "Did it ring?" he asks excitedly; and if you hesitate to respond with "Yes, sir," he lands you another. I can barely get a space to sit in, but I manage as I see hesitations rewarded with blows, kicks and slaps. • It is impossible to not notice how happy these policemen are as they mock us. "Stupid people, una get money to dey go club go drink, go carry woman abi?" One of them says, with a hiss. Another comes to sit over us. I stretch out from under the table and reach for his hand. "Please, sir, I am not a criminal." He looks down at me and smiles. "So, you think everybody here is a criminal and you are the only one innocent?" and he frees his hand from mine. • Tired and weak, I begin to doze off until we are summoned to form a queue. We are to be transferred into some other room. As I draw near, I finally see the room: dark, darkened by the wails of the young men it houses. My heart beats faster. I run out of the queue to meet a man whom I hear them call Oga. "I am a journalist, sir," I tell him, with a quavering voice. "We work together with you people, the Law Enforcement Agencies, please help me, sir," I continue, as I look into his eyeballs to identify his soul... • "Identify yourself," he says. "Everything has been seized by your men," I reply. "But, sir, you can check my phone, I have already drafted an email I'm sending to my editor, about how your men picked me up and..." "Hey! Bring this man's cloth, he's a journalist," Oga calls out to the policemen who are standing by. I collect my cloth, and they bring a sack of phones and tell me to pick mine. "Isiaka," Oga calls to one of his men behind him, "go and drop this man, journalist, in Festac." "But, find them money for fuel o," Oga says to me with a smile. "Yes, sir," and I smile back at him with what remains of my battered face. • I am escorted outside, and walking behind them, I hear Oga tell Isiaka to bring the money. Isiaka then brings out lots of squeezed N1 000 notes from his back pocket. "Oya, your own," Isiaka says, turning to me with an open palm. I bring out the N5 000 I have on me and pull out N1 000. Isiaka however grabs my hands, and grabs all the money. As the police bus takes me back, the three men released with me stop by the ATM to withdraw the 'balance' for Isiaka's Oga. • While Isiaka and I wait inside the bus for these men, I finally remember to check my wristwatch. It is 4:01am! source: https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=1237495916276189&id=100000473780153&comment_id=1237642436261537&_rdr#1237642436261537 cc: lalasticlala |
Re: When The Police Is Not Your Friend by Nobody: 7:26am On Nov 02, 2015 |
ni |
Re: When The Police Is Not Your Friend by Blanc8(m): 7:26am On Nov 02, 2015 |
#Yeah |
Re: When The Police Is Not Your Friend by madgoat(m): 7:28am On Nov 02, 2015 |
Can this be real? |
Re: When The Police Is Not Your Friend by bigt2(m): 7:37am On Nov 02, 2015 |
Nice story. Content, length but lacks mechanical accuracy by your tenses. Are you really a journalist? |
Re: When The Police Is Not Your Friend by Nobody: 7:37am On Nov 02, 2015 |
Hmmmm. Am I the only one that thinks The Nigeria police force needs to be scrapped 1 Like |
Re: When The Police Is Not Your Friend by Starships4u(m): 7:57am On Nov 02, 2015 |
If Navy boot u, Army slaps u, u'll know a police man is ur friend.....
Police in every nation is turning into something else |
Re: When The Police Is Not Your Friend by lannre(m): 8:24am On Nov 02, 2015 |
Lagos policemen abduct, torture journalist, others When last Friday, journalist and media strategist, Femi Owolabi , went clubbing in the FESTAC area of Lagos State, little did he know that his night of fun would end behind bars. PUNCH Metro learnt that Owolabi was abducted by ‘raider’ policemen attached to the State Department of Criminal Investigation, Yaba, and was subjected to several hours of torture. Owolabi said on the fateful day, he had gone to Rapongi night club with a female friend, Chidinma. The journalist said he had been experiencing some pains in his right foot around 1am and decided to massage it so he left Chidinma inside the club and stepped outside. PUNCH Metro learnt that it was while Owolabi was massaging his foot that policemen in black shirts alighted from a blue coloured bus, slapped him and threw him into the vehicle. Owolabi said, “I stooped somewhere close to the entrance, and I unlaced my boot to rub my toes. When I stooped again to lace the boot, an unfriendly hand landed a massive slap on my back, and then, grabbed me by the band-waist of my trousers and that of my boxers, and then dragged me along. “When I asked ‘who are you, what do you want?’, multiple slaps landed on my face. He dragged me to where about three blue Volkswagen Vanagon buses were parked and flung me in. About 30 of us were sandwiched inside the 18-seater bus. “Things were not clear to me. When I asked what I had done, they landed multiple slaps on my face. The man on whose lap I sat was crying that he could not find his glasses but a policeman, who thought I was the one screaming, slapped me again. When I asked them to give the man his glasses, they slapped me again.” Owolabi said in a bid to subdue all the people in the bus, the policemen fired tear gas canisters into the vehicle and locked the doors to prevent them from running out. He said it was when the policemen alighted that he was able to see the inscriptions on their black shirts. He added, “Minutes later, as we all muttered inside the bus, a teargas canister was released inside the bus and these gunmen, all in black T-shirts bearing the crest of the Nigeria Police Force with ‘Raiders’ written across their chest, surrounded the bus, with their guns aimed at us. “We were all coughing and the doors were locked. As I brought my head out of the window, one of the policemen gave me a punch in the head and I had to stick my head back into the vehicle. He said if I brought out my head again, he would shoot me.” PUNCH Metro learnt that one of Owolabi’s phones had been seized by the policemen but he was able to use his second phone to send a text message to his friend, Chidinma, who was still in the club. He also posted an update on his Facebook wall and alerted his friends of the wickedness he was being subjected to. The journalist said they were all driven to the SDCI in the Ebute Meta area of the state where they were lined up and told to take off their clothes. Owolabi said, “We were asked to raise our hands as we descended from the buses. We were then, asked to take off our clothes and take our seats, in a linear order, on the ground. While I was taking off my socks, my hidden phone fell off and as one of the policemen rushed to pick it, he used the barrel of his gun to hit me in the chest. “We, immediately, appeared as criminals being paraded, as the policemen, feeling excited, took turns to snap us with their phones. One of them came with a pen and paper and wrote down our names. When he got to me, I looked into his eyes and I refused to answer. “He called me an idiot and slapped me twice. I lowered my head, and then, another policeman from behind started to slap me on the back of my neck. I couldn’t hold the pains, and I broke into tears. “We were called one after the other, into a circle and they started inspecting our bodies and those that had marks on their bodies were questioned.” The victim said when a bullet wound was discovered on the back of one of those arrested, he was beaten by about 10 policemen for several minutes He said the policemen entertained themselves by beating up each of the arrested persons. He said when one of those arrested asked for permission to go and urinate, he was slapped repeatedly by the policemen. He said he became thirsty but was scared to ask for water. Owolabi said the policemen started beating him again when he refused to squat as ordered. He said, “I could barely get a space to sit. My legs ached terribly. A policeman ordered me to squat properly. When I told him that there wasn’t enough space, about three others joined him and for five minutes, it was a beating galore. The beating stopped when they had successfully beaten me into a space, under a table, where I had to fold my aching legs.” He said the policemen hurled insults at all those arrested outside the club. He added, “I observed how happy these policemen were, how they made a mockery of everyone. ‘Stupid people, una get money to dey go club go drink go carry woman abi?’, one them said, with a hiss. “A pot-bellied man – who should be in his late thirties – caged with me under the table, shook his head. The man said, ‘I can’t find my wedding ring again. I am a Federal Government worker. My family is out of the country and I thought I should come to the club this Friday. When did it become a crime to club again?’ “A policeman came to see us under the table and I told him I was not a criminal but he said, ‘So, you think everybody here is a criminal and you are the only one innocent?” Owolabi said all of those arrested were taken from one room to the other at the SDCI. He said salvation came his way when a senior officer entered the room and he (Owolabi) quickly identified himself as a journalist to the officer. The victim said immediately he identified himself, the policemen’s attitude towards him changed and he was released alongside a few others. Owolabi said, “I came out of the queue and ran to meet a man whom I heard them call Oga. I told him, ‘I am a journalist, we work together with you people, the law enforcement agencies, please help me, sir.’ “He told me to identify myself but I explained that all my belongings had been seized by the policemen. When I told him that he could verify my identity through my phone, he told his men, ‘Hey! Bring this man’s clothes, he’s a journalist’. “The man told a policeman named Isiaka to take me back to FESTAC, where they had arrested me. But the oga said I should ‘give his boys money for fuel.’” Owolabi said Isiaka collected N5, 000 from him while some of the people arrested with him were driven to a nearby bank where they withdrew money from the ATM and gave the money to the policemen. He said some money was given to the ‘oga’ that had released him. When contacted on the telephone, the Police spokesman, Joe Offor, promised to call back to give an appropriate response. However, three subsequent calls put through to his phone proved abortive. http://punchng.com/2015/11/3024 1 Like 1 Share |
Re: When The Police Is Not Your Friend by Sijo01(f): 9:01am On Nov 02, 2015 |
lannre: You don't know how to create a thread ni? |
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