By Jide Olatunbode I’m largely apolitical. I believe that in a democracy, the people deserve the kind of government they get. I also believe that in an argument, especially one where both sides are largely intellectuals, it would be foolhardy to blindly pitch camp with any side. Truth is, given certain facts, people have a […]
The man who barked walked towards me. I couldn’t see him in the poor light, but his figure became clearer as he approached, and I noticed he was holding some large item slung across his right arm. As he drew nearer I realized with trepidation that he was carrying a gun. A submachine gun. My […]
Thursday was my Community Development (CD) day; the day where all Corpers all around Awka assemble at their Local Government Secretariat. So as I kitted up in my loose khaki pants and fitted white t-shirt, my mind drifted through the would-be contents of this article. I thought of how much my country meant to me and what could be done to make it a better place. Top on my mind was the issue of corruption. I bordered mainly on the ideal and on how disappointed I was with stench coming from the corridors of powers. I intended to do a good job intellectually blasting the people who walk such corridors to smithereens. “Weren’t they to be blamed for the sorry state our country is in?” I asked myself. Couldn’t all these leaders be like Prof. Dora Akunyili, who stood her ground and spat on the hideous face of corruption? Or like Babatunde Raji Fashola, who is doing a great job revamping Lagos State? I certainly was going to give all who cared to listen, a piece of my mind. I was fed up. Little did I know that pretty Miss Serendipity had interesting eye-openers in store for me that morning.
I came out of my apartment and hailed a bike because I was running late. On our way, just outside my street, we met a police checkpoint. And since my okada man wasn’t wearing his helmet and, as it turned
out, didn’t have his license with him, we were told to stop by one lanky cop. After the usual, “Where is your license?” and “Why are you not wearing your helmet” from the cop, which was met with blank stares from both the okada man and I, I was told to come down from the bike and step aside. As I alighted, I tried to plead and beg the policeman, after all I was government pikin! I shouldn’t be kept waiting like this. But alas, my pleas met with deaf ears. As I calmly stepped aside, trying to put the little remaining pieces of my pride together, the policeman whispered to the bike man and moved away.
Curious, I walked to the bike man and asked what the policeman said.
“He say make I give am two hundred naira, and I no get anything. I just comot” Read more about A Nigerian Youth Corper’s Experience with the Nigerian Police: Are we all guilty? …