Nigeria’s Inspector General of Corruption (IGC) MD Abu jiga-Abu worm
If anyone in Nigeria, particularly MD Abubakar the Nigeria’s Inspector General of Police is serious about cleansing the police of bad eggs in that whitewashed sepulchre erroneously called the Nigeria Police, here is a test case and we shall be monitoring the IGP from the United Kingdom to see how he will go about this very case.
On November 21, 2013 I received an urgent phone call at about noon, Nigerian time from my nephew, 23, whom I have been his guardian since he was aged 9 intimating me that a group of police men in mufti were out making trouble with them at their barbing shop, where he works and at the same time preparing for his Joint Matriculation Examination to enter university having finished his secondary school together with his immediate senior brother since 2009 and I had continued to reject all prodding by friends and family members alike to use my influence to make him and his brother now 25 to enter university the ‘Nigerian Way’ as this is now the vogue in the country: You want to enter universities in Nigeria and other higher institutions ? Just buy form, liaise with Nigerians involved - the first in the chain, the so-called ‘examination business men and women’; Joint Admissions Matriculations Board officials; lecturers and non-academic staff and of course, MD’s ‘robbers/cheats/fraudsters whom no crime, be it organized or unorganized in Nigeria can be a success without them, then sit kule at home during the days of examinations and magically when the results are out, and indolent Nigerian journalists who are no better worms than Abubakar’s and Jonathan’s worms will dash you screaming headlines as a genius who had led all in such public exams.
Although when people do ask me to play ball from here with respect to my two nephews who had finished their GCE Ordinary Levels since 2009 and yet to enter universities, they often say, “this is now the vogue” in Nigeria including buying world class degrees and visas of nations at Oluwole a.k.a World Embassy in Lagos. As a matter of fact, these have been the practices since nineteen krididi and I had personally written copiously about these since the 1990s, so they are not new phenomena at all in Nigeria! In fact, when I was denied visa in the 1993 to do a programme at the University of Oxford, a fellow had suggested to me to go and obtain one at Oluwole.
In a quaky voice he had said to me: Mr John, I know you will not do what I want to tell you, but if you still want to go to the United kingdom, you can go and buy your visa at World Embassy.” This was my first time of hearing about the existence of a World Embassy in Lagos, Nigeria and I know MD and his officers know too well about this fake visas and fake degrees market in Lagos, Nigeria. After the gentle man had suggested this to me, I said to him: “I thank God that before telling me you knew I would never do such a thing.” Ending the rotten conversation, I told this man who is my friend’s driver till date: “I’m not desperate. I will go to the United Kingdom in the time of God.” And that time of God came to me ten years later whereupon I came to the United Kingdom on eagles’ wings!
Well, 15 people were reported to have surrendered their GCE certificates to WAEC last week, whilst other compatriots may stand up for them, these 15 crooks/cheats/fraudsters who as they would want the world to believe have now repented having become ‘Born Again’, I would like to tell these Bros, they have not gone far enough – the Bible speaks of total restitution!
As a matter of fact, at least, 75 percent of those I call the IBB Generation of Nigerians entered universities and other higher institutions of learning without actually sitting and actually passing their so-called public exams – these cut across all strata of the Nigerian social, political and economic life to include all sorts of exams including professional ones. All these had been in existence before the TORONTO saga and some of the Torontoites are the leading darkness of the adulterated and prostituted cabals a.k.a APC who are now exhibiting their much earned ‘saintliness’ to the ever gullible Nigerian electorate. Again, I want the President and Nigerians to know, having done so many times before on this platform that APC is full of Talebans and all their maneuverings at the end of the day will amount to new wines in old bottles. Nigeria ronu! Think, Nigerians!
What is more, in our higher institutions of learning, the universities particularly, in every generation, probably only 0.3 percent of female students, amongst whom are the very, very ugly, those not caring about their bodies and the supra SUs are left alone by Nigerian male lecturers, whilst the vast majority of them, probably 97 percent offer themselves to be deflowered for marks, albeit, some against their wishes – and some of these females are today wives and mothers occupying top level positions in Nigeria!
So having listened to my nephew in the midst of the cacophony that ensued as the police were on their “harass show”, apologies to Aba mi eda, I asked him to pass me onto the senior police officer who declined to give me his name and other details I had requested from him. I was very, very friendly with him and introduced myself, particularly stressing my close relationship with former IGPs and other police top notches from Police Monitoring Unit at Milverton, Ikoyi to their former Falomo Head Quarters and currently at Louis Edet House, where our magazine Vigilance regularly shares security information with them – such as details on Boko Haram/other terrorists and immeasurable other security information, I pleaded with him on listening to his own side of the story which was in sharp contrast to that of my nephew and his colleague, I then added: “Whatever be the case, make you no vex, make you forget. Dem be small, small boys, dem be your pikin, make you take care of them. No allow anybody trouble them-o.” The fellow whom I later learnt through my nephew is a police inspector by name Inspector Raymond of Idimu Police Station, Egbeda, Area “M” in Lagos assured me there was no problem anymore since I had intervened and promised that he would take care of my nephew and his colleague as I had joked with him on the phone.
And stupidly thinking Inspector Raymond is a man of honour and integrity, I took him for his words and thought the matter had died naturally and been buried only to learn later from my nephew that Inspector Raymond and his colleagues went ahead to arrest them - hand cuffed them, forcefully hurled them into their van, declared them armed robbers, took them away to Idimu to detain them between 2 p.m Nigerian time to 22:30 of November 21st 2013 in mosquito infested detentions having separated them for the purpose, and only released them after he and his colleagues had ‘robbed’ these hapless and innocent young persons doing their legitimate start-up business to augment whatever their relatives could come up with when they proceed to universities whenever it suited Jonathan and ASUU to sheathe swords.
FACTS OF THE MATTER
Enter my nephew:
“On the day of the incident, we were inside our shop at Abulegba Pipeline at Katangwa market in Lagos, Nigeria as the police team was seen by us escorting a towed inter-state five-seater passenger bus, one of the vehicles was painted white, the registration number of which we did not remember to take. Suddenly the police van screeched to a halt in front of our shop blocking the whole front of our business. My colleague pleaded with them to kindly move a little away from our shop, so that our customers can have access to us, but one of the all-plain clothed police numbering four took offence at this polite request and barked out: “Is the road your Daddy’s or was the vehicle parked inside your shop?”
“Soon afterward, the four officers showed up inside our shop and began beating the boy to our collective surprise. They hit him very hard with the battens of their guns and then forcefully dragged him into their van saying they are taking him to the station so he could explain his temerity and audacity of challenging law officers.
“Expectedly, I politely sought to know why they were taking him to the station, but rather than an answer to my genuinely concerned question, they all went wild and charged at me like ferocious bull dogs demanding imperiously to know who I was and asking furiously, “Who are you? Who are you to challenge us?”
Whilst I was visibly terrified and shaking at the turn of events from a simple question of my colleague to them to re-park their van, one police man cocked his gun in readiness to off-load the bullets therein on me, but not wanting to take chances as the case of stray bullets are a daily phenomenon in jungle-like Nigeria, I held him by his shirt and the chain of his wrist watch came off his wrist. Inspector Raymond who now took my attempt to defend myself from his attempt to shoot me as the worst effrontery he had ever seen in his life, lost his sanity, if ever he and his colleagues had one and began to pounce on me ravenously like a wounded lion.
“Get…bring me the handcuff from the van right away,” Inspector Raymond commanded one of his officers. “And before I could bat an eyelid, they had handcuffed my colleague. Sensing this was no pepper soup matter, I took to my heels and the four of them sped in a lightning speed after me and eventually over took and overpowered me - they began to beat me mercilessly turning me into a punch bag. They hand cuffed both of us, threatening to take us to Kirikiri Maximum Prison, where they said they would declare us armed robbers. Whilst they were taking us away, they never failed to keep asking me and my colleague: “Was the road owned or constructed by your fathers or did the driver drive into your shop?”
“When we arrived at Idimu police station, they locked us up in separate holding rooms which had no light, no fan, no foam and was full of mosquitoes. We were made to lie down on bare floor. My detention room had just a crooked timber seat and a very rickety table. They made us urinate into bottles and pass excreta into carrier bags and no water whatsoever!”
Enter Inspector Raymond (He claimed to me on the phone from Lagos, Nigeria to London, United Kingdom):
“They were driving rough on Ikeja Express Way and refused to stop when we asked them to so do. When we eventually succeeded in stopping them, they started abusing and fighting us. Your brother destroyed my wrist watch and said to us: “We know you stopped us because of the money you want to collect from us.”
On the phone speaking to Inspector Raymond, I even offered to send money through my nephew to him to buy a new wrist watch, but by going ahead to lock them up thereby violating their dignities and personal liberties, he had shown clearly that getting him a new wrist watch was not a fair deal. Rather, what Inspector Raymond considered as a fair deal was showing my nephew and his colleague ‘pepper’ by teaching them a lesson and going ahead to declare them ‘armed robbers’. And what is more, collecting N3, 500.00 from these students-to be doing legitimate business in their country, while waiting to enter universities.
Once the IGP and his team are set to investigate this matter and subsequently flush Inspector Raymond and his colleagues into the drain of unemployment market for abusing their privileged positions when they should be combating crime and going after terrorists/insurgents, kidnappers, I should be ready to supply them details of their victims as I have intentionally withheld them for security reason – as for my details, I can be reached using details on our website.
Lest I forget, MD and the cohorts before him must be told unequivocally that policing is not about ghost-writing books in order to steal further from the unwary compatriots who like him are no better worms by way of organizing a launch to collect money from them, with the good-for-nothing Nigerian taxman, not bold to ask for tax on all the proceeds of the launch – but policing is actually about strategic thinking, strategic action, strategic implementation backed by a high level pragmatism of making it a collective responsibility of all the citizenry and reducing the whole exercise into neighbourhood policing by way of frugal use of the often limited resources because all criminals including terrorists/insurgents and kidnappers don’t live on Mars, but amongst the Nigerian people who share this Planet Earth with persons in other nations of the world…over MD.
