The
time was 8:45pm.
The
day was Tuesday, June, 18, 2013.
The
roads, from Lagos Island to Oshodi were free, thanks to the ‘no market’ order
imposed on traders in Lagos State that day. The order was a sort of
commiseration with the ex-governor of Lagos, Bola Ahmed Tinubu over his
mother’s death.
Suddenly
there was a traffic snarl as we got closer to Ikeja along, under bridge. Those
of us in commercial buses couldn’t understand what was happening at the front.
There
was no doubt however that something was going on. I was sitting by the side of
the bus window and tried valiantly to see what was happening at the front.
We
were now driving at a snail pace.
Suddenly
we saw commercial bike riders, riding like the hounds of hell were after them.
Many of them seemed hell bent on crushing anything on their way. As they rode
furiously away, they glanced back repeatedly.
There
was stark fear on their faces!
Our
attentions were now fully arrested.
And
then, out of nowhere, we saw policemen, chasing after some of the bike riders.
Many of them were in black trousers and tops. They had face caps; ranging from
grey to dark colour.
One
of the unfortunate bike riders, lost control of his bike and crashed heavily to
the ground.
He
tried to get up, but he was apparently in pains. He fell back on the ground,
with his motorbike on his left leg.
A
policeman, who was hard on his heels, picked a giant plank and slammed it with
blinding rage on the Okada rider’s head and body.
I
heard someone screamed in shock. I didn’t know it was me. Then I knew it was me.
There
was no doubt in my mind that the policeman meant to kill the bike rider.
The
bike rider crawled out from under his bike...attempted to stagger off, but fell.
Other
policemen ran towards him and started kicking him from all sides. They dragged
him up and rained slaps on him.
They
kept shouting at him, “una no dey hear
word! Una no dey hear word! You go die today!”
The
policeman wielding the plank raised it to slam it on the man and I screamed
again.
A
senior police officer, in blue uniform top, told the plank wielding policeman
to drop the plank.
The
bike rider was dragged away, while he kept panting, “Oga abeg! Oga Abeg!
Goose
bumps covered my body. I shivered in shock. Passengers in the buses started
commentary on the brutal drama which had just played out.
As
our bus moved forward, we saw another horrifying display.
All
the impounded motorbikes were kept one side, while the commercial bike riders
arrested were ordered to lie on the dusty ground. They lay close to one
another. Body to body, face downward, kissing the dust.
An
obscenely fat policeman mounted their backs, walking from one back to another
serenely, like he was on the entertainment industry red carpet.
And
the senior policeman saw all these and did nothing.
The
picture of what I witnessed was engraved in my memory. I couldn’t shake it off,
no matter how hard I tried.
These
men should be called to order. I thought the best bet was to alert the Officer
in Charge (OC) of Task Force.
When
I got home, I picked the police directory and looked for the OC Task Force
phone number.
There
it was! The name says: Sulaiman Bayo
I
dialled the number: 08033183477
I
narrated what I had witnessed.
He
told me that I should go and dissipate my energy on warning the commercial bike
riders to obey the law.
I
told him that I knew they were law breakers, but I think these men should be
arrested and charged to court, not treated like animals and dehumanised.
I
mean, after all said and done, they have rights, don’t they?
And
let’s not forget, these impounded motorbikes are going to be crushed anyway!
One
of the major ways to humiliate a man is to take his source of livelihood from
him. And these policemen have done that!
Why
this horrible treatment?
But
Commander Sulaiman Bayo appeared to already have a mindset towards torture. So
much for human right laws in Nigeria! It’s a mockery!
Apparently
angry, he told me that some of his men were in hospital, due to Okada riders, who attempted to ride
through them in order to evade arrest.
Does
this mean then, that this dehumanising treatment is a revenge operation?
If
they can treat the bike riders in that way under the public glare, imagine what
they would do to them when they get them alone in their stations? Torture and
kill them?
If
some of these motorbike riders survive from what I saw that day, then it would
be by sheer grace of God.
Even
the guy, who was bludgeoned with a plank, might suffer internal bleeding or head
injury.
Agents
of the government like Commander Sulaiman Bayo and his men commit this sort of
atrocities and get away with it because they are protected under umbrella of
the state’s government, who are the law makers. Many of them who work with the
state’s government seemed untouchable.
If
you’ve lost someone in motorbike accident, you’d understand and appreciate the
restriction of Okada riders on some highways.
But
must we, under the armpit of the law, maltreat our fellow human beings?
The
Inspector General of Police (IG), Mohammed Abubakar, can’t check these erring
policemen, let alone the state’s commissioner of police, Prince Umar Manko.
It’s
only the state’s government that can check them, thus I hope Fashola will check
the excesses of these men before extra-judicial killings become the order of
the day.
If
these policeman only fear and worry about the anger of the state’s government
instead of the police top hierarchy, then you can best imagine what would
happen if we ever end up having a state police.
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