I must admit she was good.
Now all eyes were on me. Some people had fled
on seeing the proceeding events. It was the most embarrassing moment of my
life.
"We are officers of the Zone 6 police
division. We have reasons to believe you were directly involved in an armed
robbery operation a month ago. Kindly follow us to the station" One of the
men said, flashing his ID card.
"Follow us armed robber!, young boy
like you" one of them snorted. That is when my fear turned into anger and
the lawyer in me emerged. "My friend don't call me an armed robber. Section
35(6) of the constitution states that no one is guilty until proven so, so mind
what you say lest I sue you for slander" I thundered in. But then did
he say I was invovled in armed robbery, what was he talking about, me, a thief,
I've never stolen anything before… well I did steal meat from my mum's plate
once while she looked away but that was a joke, not stealing...last month
I...I...well I bought a phone. Cacophony of thoughts whined through my
brain.
Catherine kept howling, attempting to
snatch my recently bought fairly used blackberry. It was during her struggle
that her left boob popped out. The plain cloth officers and i stared at the
round flesh for a moment, before she put back her bag of pure water and
continued her tirade. Though I was sure that sleeping with Catherine was never
going to happen given the circumstance, I was glad I had a peek at her live
breasts.
In
five minutes I found myself in the counter of zone 6 police station.
................
It was there at the station that I got to
know the full story of my case. Exactly, my case. Armed men had invaded the
home of one Chief Samuel Davies, an uncle to Catherine and stole money, jewelleries,
Catherine’s phone, among other things. Catherine was there on holidays at the
time.
I was now the lead suspect of an armed
robbery case.
"Boy, what is your name, where do you
live, who are your accomplices, where do they live". The officers asked me
questions but I ignored them. I told them I knew my rights and I wanted to talk
to my lawyer. "Do you know what your into!!!, do you know you can be
executed, answer me or I'l slap you". "Try it and see what happens,
I'l sue you so hard, you will pay me before you urinate or breath" I
continued "Do you know what section 35(2) of the constitution says",
I asked and the man looked at me as if I spoke in german. Some of these
police men are so daft. "Read it and you'll know I don't need to
answer you". I said and looked the opposite side. I did all these to avoid
writing a statement because if I could somehow be allowed to leave, it would be
as if I was never arrested. Then again without a statement there could be no
bail. I was convinced I was not an armed robber but then I had bought a stolen
phone unknowingly, hence I had received stolen property, which was a crime. I
hoped they kept on labouring in their mistaken belief because if they did, then
I would surely make bail because the zone 6 did not have jurisdiction to detain
an armed robbery suspect, only the state CID did. I knew quite well what I was
up against but one thing was certain, I needed to get out of the cell before
the next day without paying a dime.
...............
The night soon descended on us and between
then and now I had been allowed to make a few calls. I never intended to call
any lawyer because then my dad would hear about it, so will my mum, besides I
vowed not to incur any expenses. I could imagine my dad laughing his ass out at
my predicament.
With a few calls from me, the Police were
able to catch the fellow who sold me the phone, the guy in turn called the
seller and the seller was caught too, in an hour, four other parties were
caught, including one of the armed robbers himself, all in the same way they
apprehended me. The IPO was adamant in not letting me go and I didn't push it
because I knew he was right in doing so. There was an ongoing investigation, so
he had the right to arrest and detain me for 24 hours, if I was detained more
than that, that was when I had enough grounds to sue them and they knew. All
said and done I could not be allowed to go I could only be allowed to leave on bail,
with the help of a surety, who would be held responsible if I decided to leave
town before investigations were concluded. I was on record, but I did not make
a statement, therefore there wasn't going to be bail. By the time I now agreed
to make a statement, so I can agree to the bail terms, they gave me a dose of
my own medicine. They ignored me.
By 10pm I was thrown into the cell. Stripped
to my boxers. I was to stay till the
next day, when investigation will be furthered. If I had made a statement that
I infact received stolen property unknowingly and that I was not involved in
the armed robbery I would have been given bail. I was trying to play smart, now
I had nailed my own cross.
No one was aware I was in a police station,
not my friends, brother, mum or dad. Nobody.
How was I to survive the night in a cold,
rotten cell, filled with faeces, urine and dangerous bandits. Will I be raped
by my fellow men? Will I make it alive?
........................
It was 12am now and I was being
interrogated by the two dangerous looking criminals inside my cell. One was
named Razor, the other was, 50 cents. Yes, 50 cent, and to be sincere he had a
resemblance to the rapper, only that this particular 50cents was more thicker
and rugged. The rapper was once said to have survived nine gun shots but this
50 cent in front of me looked like he could survive a bomb. Razor didn't say much
he just sat on the filthy ground, his eyes looking red and inimical. He
appeared to be angry at the world.
"Bend and open your nyash...now!!!. If
you shout I will kill you" 50 cent held out a knife. It amazed me where
the knife came from because we were both on boxers, with no pockets. I was
ready to die that night than let a criminal assault me sexually. "What's
happening here?!" A woman thundered. She was the D.P.O. .
Looking back at 50 cent, his knife had
vanished, his two hands were left un- occupied. Amazing.
The DPO scanned me from head to toe and I
noticed she picked interest in me.
" Officer Ekaete!",
"Yes madam" Ekaete gave a stern
salute, her two legs at ease.
"Who is this boy and what is he doing
here?",
"Madam he was connected with the
robbery at Chief Samuel’s house, one of the stolen phones was found with
him".
"Excuse me madam" I cut in, as if
that was the last chance to save my life, then continued. "This is a whole
big mistake, I know nothing about any robbery, I just bought a fairly used
phone which I just realised was stolen and now am here, am a victim of an
uncanny circumstance". I vituperated in quick succession. I really don't
know what happened but it seems the D.P.O, was instantly convinced I was
telling the truth. She ordered my cloth to be given to me and before I knew it
I was in her car, I had no idea where we were driving to. It was 12:30am. What
was going on?!
................
It was over five minutes and we were still
on the road. I had no idea where this woman was taking me to and I was too
scared to ask. Our journey was shrouded in silence. My heart was beating hard,
my mind forging probable hypothesis. Was
I going to be shot by this woman, maybe Chief Samuel Davies paid them money to
kill me silently. Maybe I was being transferred to the state CID. Maybe I was
being taken home but this was not the road to my house. Summoning enough
courage I decided to ask. "Madam, please where are you taking me
to?". The D.P.O said nothing.
"Am taking you to my house, you will
be of use to me tonight, if you satisfy my needs, you will be free of all
charges and will be allowed to go home tomorrow morning" She finally said.
"What needs ma?",
"Young man, you will soon find out, no
more questions" the D.P.O said.
Due to the faint light I wasn't able to decipher
the D.P.O's face or form but her voice sounded like that of someone who was
rigid and abrasive, a woman that always got what she wanted. The question was,
what did she want from me, What if I couldn't fulfil her want, what next??
After driving for ten minutes in
comfortable silence, the D.P.O took a
turn around a roundabout, we went straight, then took a left and entered the
abode of the Old king Cole suites.
This was one of the biggest hotels in Calabar.
It was rated a five star. The hotel had a bar, a standard swimming pool, a
browsing cafe and a small but luxurious boutique. The D.P.O proceeded into the
Boutique and gestured at me to follow her. My mind was seriously troubled at
that moment. What the hell were we doing in a boutique at 1am in the night?.
The boutique was cold, aromatic and well
equipped. It was separated into small compartments. The male section, female
section and children section. The most interesting was the Jewellery department,
which boasted all kinds of gold, diamond and silver jewellery affixed with
insane price tags. The glamorous sight
would have made more sense to me if it was day time and I was not being paraded
around town by a police woman who I wasn't sure would let me live until dawn.
"Madam D.P.O, I... I don't feel safe, please tell me what's going on or
you take me back to the station" I appealed, as if begging for my life.
The D.P.O just ignored me.
The brightness of the place, highlighted
the D.P.O's form and features. She turned and stared at me. There was something
about this woman. She was a mixture of beauty and danger. I was surprised to
note that she was young, probably in her early thirties. The D.P.O wore a colourful
spaghetti top, covered with a short black jacket, a tight jean and blue pumps.
Her natural hair was held in a ponytail with the extra's hanging across her
right eye, like a James Bond spy.
The woman moved like an athlete and walked
with purpose. All her actions seemed to be pre-meditated.
She wore light make up here and there. I
must admit I found her very sexually appealing.
"My name is not D.P.O call me
Rachael" She said as she browsed through some male clothes.
"Enitsua right?"
"Yes ma"
"I said am Rachael" She corrected
me.
"I’m sorry. Yes Rachael".
The fire in her eyes suddenly turned to a
sparkle and I could see the soft woman inside her. Then the sparkle
disappeared.
"Enitsua, your going to aid me in a
little assignment, don't be scared, you are safe. Just wear this, we'll talk in
the car" She picked out a Jean, a shirt, a gold chain and a cover shoe and
I wore them.
We were on the road once again. The
atmosphere was less tense. We turned around and headed a few miles back, in
less than five minutes we were packed in front of the Safari air night club
situated inside the Safari air hotel.
"Enitsua, there is an on going
investigation, we are trying to nail a fraud cartel, popularly known as yahoo
yahoo boys, we just need more evidence. They sit in the V.I.P lounge, and are
characterised by their sophisticated laptops and high-end phones."
"Okay?" I said. Hoping I wouldn't
be a suicide mission.
"Your dressed up well. I'l need you to
get in the club, sit at the V.I.P near the cabal and record their
conversations".
This woman was crazy. Me in the midst of
drug lords and criminal tycoons? 12 hours ago I was just a regular university
student, now I had become a police spy. How come?
"That's
preposterous, madam I can't go in and sit beside those people, they are
dangerous. Besides I can't record their voice in a noisy club"
"For the last time call me
Racheal!...and you will if you want to be free of all your charges. Do this and
you are a free man"
While in contemplation, a picture of my
father indulging in a wide mouthed laughter came to my mind as he said between
laughs "I told you so!". Never, that won't happen, I said to
myself.
"I'l do it". I said, almost
yelling.
Rachael gave me a V.I.P card, sixteen
thousand naira and a phone-like device with an antenna. The device would blur
the surrounding noise at the club, pin point their voice and record it, she
told me. I was about going out of the car when Racheal held me by the neck and
gave me a deep kiss, it was long and passionate, then she disengaged, with her
teeth softly biting my lips. I saw that sparkle in her eyes, then again it
vanished.
.....
I was admitted into the club and approached
the stairs with my chest up and my head held high. I tried to erase, the kiss
the D.P.O, I mean Rachael just gave me. I was on a mission and failure was not
among my options. I was clad in the clothes Rachael bought for me. A white
marks and spencer t-shirt, blue jeans and a black lacoste cover shoe. Most eyes
stared at my gold chain.
That's what i call a chain reaction.
I proceeded into the heart of the club with
the comely of Al pacino and the swagger of Ramsey Noah.
As I passed through the ground floor, I saw
people dancing, wriggling and rocking. 'Antenna' now boomed from the giant
speakers and the whole club gave out a shout as many changed their dance steps
to suit the song. It was cold in there. The club lights flashed on and off,
flickering a kaleidoscope of colours. The atmosphere was thick with tobacco and
perfumy scents.
Girls flooded the dance floor, many wearing
skimpy and provocative gowns, others, skin tight trousers highlighting their
watery buttocks and deadly hips. One girl wore a short gown which was stylishly
exposed at the bust, I watched her voluptuous boobs bouncing, as a guy clutched
her waist from behind, positioning himself to the rhythm of her wind. I almost
tripped on myself when I saw a busty babe, on a transparent black gown, her
bust pressing against her dress, her nipples conspicuously erect, jotting out
of the lacey gown, the girl was embraced from behind by another girl and the
two engaged in a slow dance. Focus man, your on a deadly mission, focus! I scolded
myself.
What I saw in the V.I.P lounge threw me
aghast. On entering, I was hit with the graphic sight of both half naked and
totally nude women. The room had a cold, pale and dull aura. Everything in
there seemed so to be in slow motion. The room looked more like a parlour with
red leather chairs forming a large circle, then a bar at the center. The bar
tender kept serving drinks on demand. Here the music was almost muffled, it was
low and convenient. The cool music gave the room a surreal feel. The air was
clandestine, thick with a strange mix of tobacco and marijuana.
I found a free sit and I headed there. The
room was sinful. Nude girls paced around restlessly. On the sit a distance away
was a girl, sitting on a man's lap, facing him, the two french kissed deeply
while he gropped her bare breast. My eyes trailed a girl who walked along,
naked except for the pink thong on her waist. On the left was a girl, giving a
guy a lap dance, while he skillfuly fondled her tiny breast. A girl was moaning
from the corner sit, she sat on her man in a cow girl position, her hands behind
her on his laps, as she jerked on his uncovered manhood, the girl was stark
naked, the man's trousers on the floor. A dark girl cat walked towards me, clad
in absolutely nothing, her nipples pointing forward, her vegetation carved into
an inverted triangle, I was left dazed as I watched her pass by me, her surplus
arse swaying and vibrating.
The bible taught me that soddom and Gomorah
was situated at Canan. Now I knew there was another soddom and Gomorah here at
the safari hotel and I was inside it.
If your eyes cause you to sin pluck it
off, the bible verse flossed through my mind. What
happens if all your body parts causes you to sin, I asked myself.
While some guys punched their laptops while
sipping their expensive booze, others sniffed a white powder from the small
stool in front of them. In retrospect I now realise what it was. Cocaine!
I signalled the waitress with a snap of my
finger and she attended to me. I bought a black label brandy which went for a
Shocking 13 thousand naira.
"You wanna sniff some oxygen?" A
hefty guy with overgrown beards asked me. He was offering me some of the white
powder and I declined. Funny, cocaine
was now equalled to god given air.
I filled my eyes with all shapes of bosoms
that night. Perky ones, Large ones, banana shaped ones, baby lumps, tiny breast
with big tips and vice versa. Beside me, to my right were a group of people who
sat facing each other, three brought chairs and sat facing the two who were
already on the leather cushion. They were the infamous yahoo boys.
"Dude Maye has paid, bobo I say maye
done pay o" One of the guys said, tendering his laptop as evidence. It was
later I got to know that maye means a foreign fraud victim.
"How much?"
"Can't you see it, 31.2 million naira
bro"
"That's 200k dollars?" 200k
dollars means 200 thousand dollars.
"Yeah men, your brain fast o"
"Why e no go fast, am a fucken yahoo
boy"
"Get rich or get jailed trying,
yeah?"
"Sure"
"Guys you got a new code, the MTN
magic sim cheat code has been blocked" another guy said.
"Am working on it, I'll get a new one
in an hour. We'll sell it for outsiders at 30 thousand naira. We do the fucking
work and before you know it people are enjoying it for free. Browsing
s.hit!!!".
I looked at the man who said this and I
noticed figures running in his laptop on a black background. Then at the middle
of the screen was a dialog box showing 'Decoding...' . His laptop was a MAC,
apple brand.
I was so overwhelmed by what I was hearing
and seeing. Overwhelmed and scared. Here I was in the midst of thieves and
fraudsters, people who only cared about drugs, booze, money and women. People
without the slightest fear for God. If they find out that I was an imposter, I
would be dead in seconds, I reasoned.
Stealthily I brought out my recording
device and drew out the antenna, the screen flashed 'Recording in stealth mood'
then disappeared.
"What the fuck is that!, are you from
EFCC!, the NDLEA?" The heavy beared guy shut out. Now a fair, topless girl
with massive Jugs was on top of him, thick particles of cocaine spread on her
two big b.reast. As he said this the group of guys on my right, looked my
direction.
"Answer me or your dead". The man
put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a revolver. My heart jumped to my
throat and I could not breathe. Pull yourself together!!!, Enitsua if you fail
this mission you die. I said within me.
"Nigga why are you shouting, this is a
phone" I managed to say with a cool tone that surprised me.
"What sought of phone looks like
this?"
"This is a..eh... a techno phone, man.
Chill okay". I said
We both looked down on the antenna device
and to my astonishment and the mans conviction 'Techno' was written on the body
of the device. The man still stared at me as if looking for something in my
eyes, as he slowly put away his gun.
"Abobi be cool, no dey cast, I know
how this business is, I don't take chances either man. See the economy wants to
fucks us up but we gonna fuck it up first. We'l fuck it, d.oggy style" I
said with a kunk gangster tone and the hefty guy laughed.
"Give me some of that oxygen shit,
man!" I blurted, just to convince him I was one of them, which I was not.
In seconds the bra-less lady, climbed on me, put her breast to my face and I
sniffed the powder from her soft, fresh b.oobs. Forgive me lord, you know I
don't do drugs, am a victim of circumstance. I prayed silently
"You is a ill nigga, men!" The
man said to me smiling. Feeling at ease. I must have inhaled too much of the
powder because my vision became hazy and my hearing ability, partially
impaired. The topless girl planted a deep kiss on me, overwhelming my lips, her
tongue lingering at my throat, as she sucked my tongue. I don't know if it was
the girl or the Cocaine but that was the best kiss I ever had. She kissed my
neck, licked my ear and whispered "F.uck me".
I was about to say No, when the busty lady
grabbed my zip behind me and attempted to let my fly loose.
"No, no girl, not today" I said.
"Let's just do it boy, let me drive
you insane" She said, as she struggled to unzip me, her resolve growing
stronger and desperate. She must have been high on the substance beacuse she
started struggling with my hand, crying. "Please!. Okay just put the tip
in, please just the head". The beard guy stood up and pulled her away and
the group of guys bust into laughter.
"Bitch" I said to one of the
guys, with one of my eye brows up, like a criminal. She's doped one of the boys
said. By dope i guess they meant 'really high'.
"Have you processed the chase account"
one of the yahoo boys asked.
"Not yet"
"I thought we got a hold of Chief
Samuel's pass book, what the fuck is the problem!" On hearing that my ears
stood at alert.
"Someone is doing it at the moment,
she'l be here any minute from now". Chase account was a fake duplicate
account made out of a real one, that way they hardly got caught because they
did transactions in the guise of the person named in the account. In this case
the named person was to be Chief Samuel Davies.
I recorded it all.
Just then a girl came towards us, She was
tall, fair and bright. Her perfume hit me. Strawberry and cinnamon.
"Here is your pass book, cheque book
and account details. The chase account has been done, your now officially my
uncle" She laughed. I knew that voice, that laughter sounded very
familiar...could it be...is it...then the girl came closer and I saw her
face...Yes it was...Catherine!. She was in on the whole armed robbery
operation, she was one of the fraud stars. My God!. She was in fact a smooth
criminal or was she?
I checked my time, it was 3:30am. It was
done, I accomplished the mission. It was time to go. I shook the guy with the
beards who was now having sex with the busty Junkie, his face shrouded in between
her large bosoms as she moaned aloud. I hailed the boys and walked to the door.
Just then my device vibrated and I looked to the screen, it showed 'Incoming
call', it was a techno phone after all.
"Enitsua, its time to go, get out of
there". A voice screamed from the device. It was a little too loud. The
boys heard.
"Snitch!, get him!!!" The guy
with the heavy beard shrieked. Throwing his whore on the ground. I headed
immediately for the door.
"Leave your laptops, leave everything,
I'l take care of them" Catherine screamed. I doubt she realized who I was....
*TO BE CONTINUED*
Would make an excellent movie. Should be converted to a script. Suspense, nudity, sex, dope, action etc, sellable products in the entertainment industry.
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