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May you find peace!
Do you know that many IVF procedures are unsuccessful?

People talk like this when all is well with their lives, but when life throws them challenges which money and science cannot solve, they sober up.

My brother -in-law was like that. He thought religion was placebo. But when doctors gave him two weeks to live, he was kneeling before every pastor requesting for prayers

You did not finish your story...what happened after kneeling before those pastors DOA

ROBBED BY THE PO-PO
One of the men released a shot into the air, as if to make us get the drift that they weren’t holstering guns without bullets. The others hailed him in response…
The boys and I had a research group meeting in Ilorin over the weekend, it was fulfilling and inspiring as it often is. Toba, Emma, and I decided to exit Ilorin for Osogbo early on Sunday morning, leaving G.I.T alone in Ilorin. We opted to take the Ogbomoso route rather than the Offa pass, because we felt it was shorter and less bumpy. We boarded a cab with the three of us and a lady seated at the back and another guy and lady seated in front. Events began to get interesting when we encountered the first police checkpoint at Eiyenkorin exit. Seeing four young men in the car, the officer asked the cab driver to park and us all to alight, and that we did! He searched us and our bags, finding nothing suspicious and incriminating on the three of us, said we were free to go. The fourth guy wasn’t going to get off that easy. He had tattoos and was on a Mohawk, and yes, that was what made him a cultist! He was thus, taken into the police van. The officer asked us to leave, leaving just three of us at the back seat and the two ladies in front. We had to leave, that was the only logical option.
Just about 500metres upfront was another police checkpoint, more specifically the “F-SARS Kwara”. We were once again pulled aside, but this time these guys had something else in mind. Off to the police van on the other side of the road we were ordered, us and our belongings. They searched us, seized our phones and laptops, and subsequently began pre-interrogations and in addition, asking the cab driver to leave with the other passengers. They asked for where we were coming from and where to we were headed, what we did for a living and receipts for our laptops. We didn’t have the latter on us, and we thus became internet fraudsters and criminals. We initially tried to reason with them; showing them our ID cards and telling them we were graduate researchers. I saw they were not to be reasoned with, they were totally null and void of reason! They resorted to brutality and spontaneously placed Emma in cuffs, he was labeled rude and stubborn because he was asked to tell them his bank account balance and he refused to oblige. There was only one of those available, so Toba and I were hands-free but still somewhat in chains. Toba was more compliant and tried explaining things to one of them, but got a thunderous slap in response! I was like “what the…?!”, and I made my mind up that they weren’t going to elicit any reaction from me, no matter what they did. All they had been doing up till this point was in a bid to ruffle our feathers (lol…not literal feathers tho’). We were all placed in the police van, waiting to be moved to the station. There we sat thinking, smiling, wondering…
We had now been at the checkpoint for close to two hours. One of the merry bands of po-thieves asked me to alight from the van and pulled me aside, giving me all the hullabaloo of how gentle and respectable I looked bla bla bla. I knew where he was piloting to, I mean, we had known that from the onset! They wanted settlement, cash, money, e.t.c. They were now trying to play “good cop, bad cop”, very funny! He said if it – the issue at hand, got to the station, they wouldn’t be able to control the cascade anymore. He asked if I was sure there was nothing incriminating in our laptops and phones that they would find in the station once investigation commences, to which I replied “there’s nothing sir”. He said, “So, should we head to the station?” I said “no problem”. He once again asked if I was sure, as if the po-po was truly my friend. Heck yeah, they sure are! After all, he was looking out for my best interests! At this point, different possible outcomes were jogging cross-country through my mind. Was having to go through the hassle and frazzle of a Nigerian police investigation worth it? All for what, trying to stand on my right? Do I even have one? With an unreasonable lot? We lacked two key things; power and the proper connections! We get to the station and out of the blues arms and munitions are found in our possession, together with illicit drugs? Was it really worth it, in this fractured state? Was having to put our families through trauma and stress, of significance? There really was a country!
The extent of beggary and the coverage of decadence exhibited by these men was/is flabberwhelming! Is there really hope? Or that is something that is just a figment of our imagination, an illusion and apparition, a fabrication, a mirage? Is it foolhardy to think that Nigeria/the people who constitute it, would get better? Being young and male now seem to be a misdeed, having a phone and a laptop now a crime, and moving in the company of friends now a transgression! This was robbery in the full light of day, extortion in full glare, and thievery with reckless abandon! The one who called me aside told me to my face that they don’t really care about what they find on you, as long as you can “settle” appropriately. He said he had been in the line of work for 16 or 26 years, can’t really recall now, and he has seen numerous things. Notably, he said they have seen people with human heads and other body parts and they let them go after being correctly rogered. I was stupefied! I wish I had a micro camera and recorder on me to capture those moments. Just before making the confessions, he told me that he was a Muslim and was observing the Ramadan fast. I laughed in my mind. He was only further cementing my belief that religion wasn’t going to get this nation anywhere. We are extrinsically religious and none intrinsically, mechanical and none organic. I concluded that going to the station was not an option for the day, they obviously reported to someone higher over there, who also reports to someone higher than himself and the extent of debauchery goes on. We, in trying to play Malcolm X or Nelson Mandela, would only further put ourselves in a deeper quagmire. We had to live today to fight another day or, die another day. We’d need a strategy, and if we’d die for standing up for what is right because it is right, we’d do just that and it would and should cause a SHIFT! We reasoned together to give them ₦3,000, which they refused, saying it was an insult to them. The lead sergeant was requesting for nothing less than ₦50,000, for what?! I told the boys, this was it! The worst that would happen was that we’d get roped for an offence we didn’t commit, but we weren’t going to go past that! We went back into the van and sat waiting to be moved to station and be processed into the system. One of them later came and took Emma aside and asked him to tell us to round it off to ₦5,000. Emma, all the while still in hand-cuffs, asked to be relieved so that he could dip his hands into his wallet and drop his last dime of ₦2,000 to the initial ₦3,000, which they received heartily. Thus, us and the po-po became friends! They asked us not to be annoyed with them and other yadda yadda, and subsequently gave us their names (fake maybe) and digits (fake maybe). They said, should we find ourselves in any fix along that road, we should not hesitate to buzz them and they’d come running to the rescue. We were given back our phones and bag-packs. We left and about 250metres away, there was yet another police checkpoint, and no, we weren’t pulled aside anymore till we got home.
This land as it is, is dog-eat-dog. It is every man for himself. Reverend M.L. King jr. said “…live together as brothers, or perish together as fools”, the latter seem more imminent.
-T.T.A.

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