I have had cause to be chewed out by my boss for coming late for a meeting (he says I was 40mins late but I can swear it was more like 25mins). Still I was late and darrisit. I’d made a vow never to be late again, at least for a meet with the boss man but as they say, Man proposes, …
It was a fine Sunday afternoon. I left home an hour earlier just to meet up (aren’t you proud of me) and got to CMS quite early. I then boarded a bus heading to Barbeach/Eko hotel (don’t judge me these are lean times.)
The driver hiked the price by #20 but I did not mind and promptly paid my fare. Not so for two stubborn dudes at the backseat who insisted on paying the standard fare. I should have spotted the first signs of trouble there.
Right in front of Eko Hotels, the two unrulies attempted alighting but the conductor was having none of them. The driver stepped down and joined the commotion and soon it was a free for all, right there on the main road. And all for #40.
Almost immediately, a police van came swooping down on us and in a blink, two policemen brandishing weapons ordered all of us back into the bus. All our pleas of innocence fell on deaf ears. I shouted, screamed, threatened and even begged to be let off and they shouted, screamed and threatened me right back. I was just an innocent bystander who was late for a meet with a demanding boss (I hope he is not reading this)
I tried explaining my circumstances, tried reasoning with them but soon discovered that the most difficult person in the world to reason with- after a 3yr old child is a uniform with a gun. A simple sticky situation turned into something else when they took all of us back to their station at Bar Beach. Of course on the way I let them have it. How could they do this to us? Could they not resolve this without involving their Oga? As it turned out, I needn’t have bothered.
We got to the station, me still kicking and screaming and they still ignoring me. The Oga was an obese man with a large overbite full of his own importance, I secretly wondered how he got any real policing done. They made all of us give brief statements and soon the offenders were roped behind the counter. A thorough search revealed they had at least #1000 on them and the police handed it to the driver who gave them back their change. One hour of my life I would never get back for this? We were then ‘released’, but not before the driver had found something for the boys.
About my meeting, I arrived the venue, Chocolate Royale and my boss wasn’t there yet.