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<\/figure>\n\n\n\nIt was 1st of February, 2020, the first day of the implementation of the Lagos State ban of specific private-public means of transportation based on public safety, in six out of 20 local government areas in the State. This ban affected Surulere, Lagos Mainland, Lagos Island, Ikeja, Eti Osa and Apapa. Everyone was aware of the ban, and most of us anticipated a traffic-free Lagos, but never fully understood the fact that crime and insecurity would increase simultaneously.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was a Saturday\nevening, and my sister – Abimbola had gone for her usual choir practice. With\nthe traffic situation and failed attempt at transportation, she began to walk,\nfrom Lawanson bus-stop to the house. Right in the middle of the road, with\npeople hustling and trading, six boys accosted her. They began to slap and\npunch her in the face to make her confused and probably make her not to recognize\nany of them. She immediately went breathless. Staying alive was the one thing\nshe must do. In that split second, she tried calling attention to herself by\nscreaming for help. Every shop owner on that road saw what was happening, but\nno one helped. The more she screamed for help, the more they beat her silly,\ntill they successfully pushed her to the floor and left with her handbag. For\nfear that they might still be on that side of the road, she crossed to the\nother hand, reported to the stationed mobile police, who chased after the boys\nand ran back to the bus-stop. It was like a bad dream.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I got a call at about\n8:30 pm from Oando filling station, Lawanson and I could barely hear the\ncaller. I assumed it was a terrible mobile network, so I dropped the call.\nThen, my immediate younger sister, Dayo called and said, “Abimbola got\nrobbed at Lawanson, please go look for her”.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Now, Abimbola is the\nbaby of the house, quick to tears and an incredibly fragile child. She is that\nchild who believes this world is safe and nothing terrible exist in it. I\nrolled my eyes and screamed out in sheer frustration. I realized why I couldn’t\nhear a thing from the earlier caller. Knowing the hummingbird, I have for a\nsister before somebody steals her at the bus stop, I left to find her. My\nfriend, Joan, opted to follow.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was the most\nfrustrating day of my life. The traffic was terrible. We had to run the stretch\nof the road to my sister. When I saw her, my heart melted. She was in such a\nhorrible state, and I couldn’t help it. I cried too. I scanned her from head to\ntoe; I realized why she was an easy target. Last born, ajebutter<\/em>,\nall dressed in yellow and blue, with all those fine jewellery sitting on the\nright places, revealing her very slender frame. <\/p>\n\n\n\n I was almost scolding her if she needed a WhatsApp message from our dad to tell her to be safe and never to walk at night in a location she’s never walked before? I held my tongue. It could have been worse. Thank God, it is just a handbag. She then added, Sister Toyo, it is your handbag I carried. I pretended as if I was deaf. Which handbag? You must be joking, right? No. I am not kidding. I took your handbag she said, in tears. I was like, why did you carry my bag today of all days? Did I permit you? She cried the more, I knew that was insensitive of me, but I was pained. As she recounted all they stole from her, what pained me in everything was my handbag. <\/p>\n\n\n\n I took her to the police\nstation to complain about the robbery. The police report will be a requirement\nfor replacement of her valid Identity and ATM cards. My sister kept mourning\nthe loss of her iPhone X as though someone died. I rolled my eyes. The police\nstation was almost a mistake. The policeman we met was the only one in the\nwhole station. He dared to tell us we disturbed his sleep and couldn’t we have\ngone to a better station. <\/p>\n\n\n\n I repeated in a higher\ndecibel, find a notebook and take down the complaint of this robbery, if you\ndon’t want me to go to the PPRO (Police Public Relation Officer) on Monday. He\nlazily stood up and took our complaint. He wrote in a new notebook upside down,\nI practically spelt every word for him, till I told my sister, this is just\nhopeless. Let’s get out of here.<\/p>\n\n\n\n As we left the station,\nI saw a boy in his teens sitting in front of his house. The way he spread\nhimself on the chair, the confidence was annoying. How can someone fearlessly\nsit like this? Then, it struck me. There was this slight possibility that one\ncan get back any stolen item if one knows any of the area boys or the Crime\nBoss. I somehow felt the Sherlock Holmes mood and swung into action.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I approached him. My\nalready petrified sister began to pinch me that we needed to exit that place as\nsoon as possible. She began to irritate me. Who would blame her, na she chop slaps! <\/em>Between this boy and my sister, I knew I had to\ndiscard my sister. We took her home.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Joan knew I was unrelenting – and she is such a good person – without a word, she followed me back to engage the boy on that street. It was 10:00 pm. Now, this young man realized I wasn’t bluffing. I assured him, I won’t involve the police and he can help a sister, after all, we all are partners in progress. I must state, at this time, I had just a Nokia torchlight phone on me, I wore bathroom slippers, no jewellery and no flashy outfit. A domestic worker must have looked better. He wondered how my sister and I could be siblings. I told him not to forget that Lagos was all about packaging. I introduced myself as Oluwatoyosi, but he could call me Toyosi. He told me his name was Femi. I immediately asked for the Crime Boss. Femi laughed and said I couldn’t handle it; I told him to try me. He looked at me; I stared back. He called a friend Jide, and they told me, boys who weren’t from that area were the ones who robbed my sister.<\/p>\n\n\n\n So he asked me five times with spit splashing all over my face if I was brave. I told him, I was the brand ambassador of the fearless clan. He said I must stick to the story that I came to visit his mum-my aunt, and got robbed. (Things were getting complicated and Joan held onto my hands tightly. Without giving it a thought, I was darn sure; if Abimbola were with us, she would never ever agree to this. So that was how I not only became a sister to Femi overnight, I also took over the person of Abimbola. After all, lawyer na my work, we sabi act well well)<\/em>. Femi had a clue of who the thieves were, and we began the search from one dead street to the other. We combed about 20 streets from Lawanson down to Ogunlana drive.<\/p>\n\n\n\n There was a place\nwe got to; the police had just raided the area. Haa Toyo<\/em>! You sha want to land inside trouble? World people will\nnot understand it is your sister phone or a handbag that brought you to a place\nlike this at this time of the night o! Invoking God’s presence, I did the sign\nof the cross three times. What could have happened if I had carelessly walked\ninto the scene in the company of Femi and Lekan, while the police raided, was\njust unthinkable!<\/p>\n\n\n\n Lagos at night is\nanother world, a place that fascinated and shocked me. As though some people\nwere on the night shift to serve men of the underworld. Everybody knew everybody.\nFrom prostitute to horrifying-looking men and extremely loud women. I was a\nmisfit, even in my ragged clothing. Every eye cautiously turned as I walked. I\nhad this “don’t even think about it” look, and people could tell\nSherlock Holmes was on the street. If by any chance the valley of the shadow of\ndeath of psalm 23 ever existed, THIS WAS IT. <\/p>\n\n\n\n It was that day; I knew\nthat robbers have levels. Thieves knew themselves. It was more of a shock,\nknowing petty thieves paid a royalty to bigger thieves. In this way, everyone\ncovered everyone’s tracks. I could not stop thinking of the destinies destroyed\nhere, as the boys were young boys of ages 16-19. It was 11:00 pm. The spirit of\nfear told me to go back home and forget about the handbag, but by this time, I\nhad sized them all up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n My sister Dayo called\nevery 2-3mins to be sure I was safe and to continually give me the live update\nof how the phone moved from street to street. All the while, the robbers\nthought they had landed a good deal and tried multiple times to put off\nAbimbola’s phone, Dayo used her own iPhone to put it on. After tracking the\nphone from street to street, we weren’t successful finding the thief. I soon\ngave up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Femi and Lekan told me\nto go home. They promised to call when they found the phone. I gave them my\nnumber. I and Joan, who had silently accompanied me, made way home. We got back\nat 11:21 pm. As I was about to relax, convincing myself that I did my best, my\nphone rang, they had found the phone, at a place I learnt was called the\n“Dark Nightspot” for gangs. He told me that if I was still the head\nof the fearless clan, I could retrieve the phone with just \u20a63,000.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I smiled at the thought\nof ordinary \u20a63,000 compared to the value of the phone. I almost said I’d give\nyou \u20a65,000 then I remembered I was role-playing. I quickly asked what kind of\nexorbitant ransom was that? Where would I get it from, I lamented. I sharply\nsaid I would go and ask a neighbour. I dropped the call. After 12mins, the\nphone rang again, and I was confident they had found the phone. I told them I\nwas only able to borrow \u20a61,500, and that was it. He asked that I make it \u20a62,000\nas the Crime Boss wouldn’t release the phone without a token. I wasted some\nmore time; then I returned the call, that I had hustled to get \u20a62,000.<\/p>\n\n\n\n They warned me not to even come with a guy, or anyone other than myself. While walking down, I was also instructed to put my hands on my head, leaving a space of two meters between I and Joan. Joan was like Toyosi; you must be finally mad to want to go out. Shey ori e o buru sha<\/em>?” which means “Are you sure your head still functions well”? Abimbola was already sleeping. We alerted no one. We sneaked out of the house, observed social distancing and walked on with our hands on our heads. <\/p>\n\n\n\n We walked through a\nmarket, through the abattoir, we passed the heart of the market where Hausa’s\nkeep their wares and sleep with it (what a life) to the Dark Nightspot. We got\nto the point that looked like an entrance to a canal bridge or so, Femi and\nLekan moved no further. In as much as there was light, the place was still so\ndark; I couldn’t see what was ahead. I asked Joan, can you see? She whispered,\nI don’t have my glasses here. Lobatan<\/em>!\nAwon afoju, ni ilu afoju<\/em>. They took\nus to the Crime Boss. Though he didn’t come out, he sent a spoke person. I\nmoved some feet ahead of Joan as I recounted my sister’s ordeal as mine, and I\nsaid I knew who slapped me and took my bag. Something just told me to point my\nhand to the guy who leaned on the wall as one of the robbers who punched my\nstomach. The guy was scared. <\/p>\n\n\n\n I silently asked myself,\nToyo, are you mad? When did you become so daring? I made no eye contact, but I\nheld a stern look at the darkness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n That was how the spoke\nperson took back my message to the Crime Boss, as he was going back into the\nend of Dark Nightspot, I made moves to follow him. That was the point Joan\nmoved swiftly to drag me back. She was like; I have kept quiet all these while\nand followed you so that you won’t die, I have to make sure Toyosi doesn’t get\nboth of us raped and killed. That was the point I suddenly remembered I was\nfemale, somebody’s daughter and not James Bond. I became very humble, though I\nstill moved some steps ahead of Joan.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The spoke person came\nback with just the iPhone and demanded anything for the boys. Anything for the boys ke<\/em>? Abi\ne moti yo ni<\/em>? Where is my ogbonge Sussen handbag<\/em> with all its contents? He had the guts to tell\nme; they had thrown the bag and all the ID and ATM cards into the canal. Ha,\nhandbag mi! I needed to create a scene here, so I said there was also \u20a64,700\ninside the bag, where was it? And war almost broke out because the petty thief\ndid not deliver that money to Crime Boss.<\/p>\n\n\n\n There and there, the\nspirit of stubbornness entered my soul. I told them that I wouldn’t give them\nall of the \u20a62,000 but \u20a61,000 and demanded an apology that they had caused me\ngrief. The spokesperson hailed me in Yoruba as a boss woman and apologized, all\nbecause of \u20a61,000. I still did shakara<\/em>.\nThat moment I realized I didn’t know our way out; I became humble again. I had\nto think about Joan. I gave out the remaining \u20a61,000. We got out of the Dark\nNightspot through the valley of the shadow of death at 12:40 am. Surprisingly,\nwe found a mini-bus and got home with Abimbola’s iPhone at 12:54 am.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I was disappointed I\ndidn’t get my priceless handbag because it was the bag that gave me that unholy\nbravery. I woke Abimbola up, and I gave her the iPhone. She was dazed, then\nbecame all mushy, mushy, and kept on hugging and kissing me, saying you are the\nbest sister in the world. Sister, Toyo, I love you. I warned her straight up;\nnever you carry my handbags again. You owe me that till you die.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I was damn crazy to\nthink I could solve the crime and retrieve my handbag. Till date, when we pray\nin the morning, my mother asks God explicitly to rebuke such spirit from me and\norder my steps.<\/p>\n\n\n\n What is the craziest thing you’ve ever done?<\/p>\n\n\n\n Sincerely,<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ajebutter<\/em> – “Someone who has no clue about how harsh the world is”<\/p>\n\n\n\n Na<\/em> –\nmeans “it is”<\/p>\n\n\n\n Chop<\/em>\n-“got”<\/p>\n\n\n\n Sabi<\/em>\n– “to know” or “to know how”<\/p>\n\n\n\n Well well<\/em> – emphasis for “very well”<\/p>\n\n\n\n Sha <\/em>–\nexclamation<\/p>\n\n\n\n Lobatan<\/em>\n– “It is now finished”<\/p>\n\n\n\n Awon afoju, ni ilu afoju<\/em> – “the blind, in the land of the blind”<\/p>\n\n\n\n Anything for the boys<\/em> – “a token”<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ke<\/em> –\nfor emphasis<\/p>\n\n\n\n Abi e moti yo ni?<\/em> – “Are you guys drunk?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n ogbonge<\/em>\n– “gorgeous” or outstanding”<\/p>\n\n\n\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/oluabikoye.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/06\/image-8.png\")
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