I left a friend’s party held around Pako Eleja in annoyance. The time was 12:59 am and I reckoned I could still make it to Isolo from Mushin even if it meant me trekking.
But on second thought, I dashed back to the bubbling party just to fetch the keys to my thoroughfare home… two bottles of beer. I knew at that time I would surely need the beer, either in Mushin or Isolo where I lived with my brother.
As soon as I approached the Isolo road junction in Mushin, from the blues, two powerful torch lights flashed at me, followed by a menacing baritone: “Who goes there?” I quickly replied: “One man and two bottles of beer sir.” The voice ordered: “One man and two bottles of beer proceed for recognition.” And I promptly obeyed.
On getting to the source of the voice, I was relieved to see that they were policemen. About five of them. Then the voice bellowed again after scrutinizing me, flashing his torchlight up and down: “One man can go. But the two bottles are under arrest”.
As I made to leave after submitting the ‘incriminating evidence’ on me, the voice spoke again, asking: “Where are you going by this time of the night? Don’t you know this area is dangerous?” “I’m going to Isolo sir”, I replied.
“Stay with us for some time, we’ll soon see a vehicle going your way”, the voice that I’ve come to realize was the oga assured me. And they proceeded to descend on the exhibits seized from me.
An eternity later (which was actually about 30 minutes) a kabukabu coming from the Ojuwoye side of Mushin was flashed down by my officer friends. They gave the driver a stern instruction: “Take this officer (that’s me o) to where he lives.” See what two bottles of beer can do? I was saved from an unknown danger. I, a bloody civilian was instantly promoted to an officer. Then I enjoyed a free ride home.
Who says police is not your friend? 🤔
padeolapoju
