I share this story not out of optimism but to underscore the sad reality we face: a country where security is an afterthought, where leadership is so corrupt, and where the roads are made safe only for those in power. For the rest of us, survival has become a matter of luck and, sometimes, a thousand naira (‘one naira’ as nicknamed by agberos in Lagos) compulsory gift for “freedom.”
I lived in Eastern Africa for about sixteen years, eleven of which were in Kenya, while working on Somalia. My Kenya years were very impactful. I learnt a lot. Even though I was lazy on language, I was a big observer of the country, including its fauna. Many a time I drove within the Kenya National Park in Nairobi and went beyond to Amboseli, Nakuru, Maasai Mara, etc.
I have observed carnivorous animals chase and subdue weaker herbivorous animals. As AYO dot, my friend, tells me, an impala or a gnu aka wildebeest that is an herbivorous animal has no chance of making a plea to the lioness not to kill it for food, even when it really never hurt any member of the lioness’ pride. Once the lioness has zeroed in on an impala, it is the case of snuffing life out of another living animal. There could be a thousand wildebeest, but once one is grabbed, the others flee. A similar situation is between crocodiles and wildebeests, as the latter, in droves, annually cross the Mara River from Tanzania into Kenya to forage, until time to all instinctively return to Tanzania. Zebras et.al., join in the annual crossing. Once a crocodile grabs a gnu, the hundreds of crossing Zebra, gnu etc., do not look back. The strength in number is never deployed in these situations.
The feeling was unmistakable — a sense of helplessness, like a Zebra caught in the jaws of a lion or a wildebeest pulled under by a crocodile. This was exactly how I felt as I descended the Third Mainland Bridge going in the direction of Ibadan on 30 October at about 17:00 hours (5 p.m.). I left the 70th birthday party of a friend who I grew up with that held in Ebute-Metta. It was a great opportunity to not only felicitate with the celebrant but also a re-union with old friends, especially Olusesan Ekisola. There is so much campaign to keep old social networks for longevity. We left the party at the same time for the fear of vehicular traffic and its accompanying vicissitudes.
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All of a sudden, I heard several banging on my car, which was what made me slow down to about 5 kilometres per hour. It was not a standstill. The traffic was moving. Three or four young men were hitting my car with their fists, indicating that they were hungry and I must feed them. It was a command and nothing near a plea. I shouted back asking why I must be responsible for their feeding. The one in front grabbed the mirror part of the rear-view mirror casing, indicating to me that he would pull it out if I don’t immediately provide money for food for them.
I remembered what my son said happened to his car on the 5th of March. That day he had a meeting on behalf of his company with some foreign investors. The foreigners had another meeting on the Marina and he asked his driver to take them there instead of using an Uber. This was the type of hospitable behaviour I expected of him. As the driver and foreigners descended the Eko Bridge towards joining Marina, some guy came begging for feeding money. He was ignored. He yanked off the mirror of the rear-view mirror. It cost my son an arm and a leg to replace that mirror.
I had learnt from my days in conflict zones that I had some level of protection while remaining in my car, more so a moving car, even if slowly without any opportunity to bolt without damage to my car. I knew I was about to expose myself in handing the one thousand naira over. I wound down a bit to the extent of allowing only the notes to slip through as we continued in motion. He left my mirror and grabbed the naira notes and expressed gratitude and said: “Baba, go on, you are free”.
I had posted the experience of my son on a WhatsApp platform that I belong, which has highly placed Nigerians as members, including at least one minister, several advisers and those we refer to as Awaiting Office or Awaiting Contracts in the current government of Nigeria. There were some expressions of sympathy for my son and Nigeria, with the thinking that those foreigners would ultimately not invest here. To my dismay, a friend dismissed this as being aspects of the daily life in Lagos. I now know that he was saying the truth. Another truth was that those foreigners would invest, in spite of their experience, if the returns would be good and their investment is reasonably secured by all sorts of insurance, including sovereign guarantees in some cases, with the interests of senior officials.
I was on the fastest lane that was moving at the speed of the tortoise, meaning a little faster than the snail on that day. Here I was, living that same “daily life,” while wishing the cars around me would notice my plight. I am sure they did but could not be bothered. I thought of crashing into the car next to mine in the middle lane as everyone drove on as if nothing was happening. I thought about the cost to repair two or more cars if I behaved instinctively. I could see the Governor Sanwo-Olu installed CCTV cameras ahead and wondered about the deception that those cameras would boost our security, as people are supposedly watching over us 24/7. But realistically, even if someone was indeed watching at a control centre, what could s/he have been done? Deploy armed drones or helicopters of the Rapid Response Squad, as would be the case in situations of governments that indeed govern? So much on the ruse on how the deployment of drones would sniff out kidnappers, who are known and given chieftaincy titles, and that digitalisation would reduce corruption, etc. A decadent and problem of lack of values and consequences for criminal behaviour cannot be solved by the corrupt deployment of technology.
I beckoned to the guy viciously holding unto my mirror as I drove on, and he jogged along, to ask the other guys to stop following us, so I can find something for him. He instructed them and they complied. It was not easy to grab my wallet from my tight Yoruba “Sokoto”. My favourite late nephew had insisted to my wife that his tailor must sew my dresses and I should stop looking older than my age. He had joined all in my family to insist that I should no longer be driving myself. But I rejected this, insisting that I would stop driving only when my body gives me the message.
My hands were shaking. I was being violated even though without machetes or guns, as I later learnt that others do. I grabbed N500, which my Special Adviser said he learnt as being called a Figo when he once faced the exact experience at Ketu a while back, and he did not even bother to tell me. He had also been cut with a machete in Abuja in the past for daring to walk a short distance in search of salvation on a Christmas eve. I wondered about what food could a Figo buy since we got the renewed hope government of Nigeria with its whopping devaluation. He was looking at me as I fiddled and my wallet dropped but I had grabbed another 500 naira. He was patient with me as he knew he had subdued me and like the Impala, all other drivers would not assist me. I was literally, on my own.
I had learnt from my days in conflict zones that I had some level of protection while remaining in my car, more so a moving car, even if slowly without any opportunity to bolt without damage to my car. I knew I was about to expose myself in handing the one thousand naira over. I wound down a bit to the extent of allowing only the notes to slip through as we continued in motion. He left my mirror and grabbed the naira notes and expressed gratitude and said: “Baba, go on, you are free”.
On a larger note, the signs of things getting to this point especially in Lagos have always been there. The increasing presence of unemployed, unproductive very hungry young men easily deployed as tools of political oppression and destruction in any society should not be left unattended to. The security menace they constitute only became more harrowing since we got the renewed hope government of Nigeria.
As I drove on for about half a kilometre, I saw a policeman walking towards me. It did not occur to me to waste my time in spite of the constant reminder that the police was my friend in many advertisements. And I cannot blame the underfunded and under-staffed Nigerian Police Force. However, it is also important that even the few available police officers are deployed to help those with real money to move around and live a life of no fears from hoodlums. When they were not doing this more lucrative service, they were chasing vehicle particulars from motor drivers, crimes that should be ignored as unimportant in the face of the anarchy that is brewing in our country. This is more so as the Sanwo-Olu CCTV cameras have been catching those whose car papers had expired but still on the road, slamming them with huge sums as penalties. Your guess is as good as mine as to why the police, the Vehicle Inspection Officers, the Federal Road Safety Corps, etc., are respectively busy checking car papers.
I related my experience to a bosom friend who told me that his wife had been accosted at the same spot I was at and successfully robbed twice. Each time she was being driven, she normally fretted at that same spot, scared that she would be attacked again. She had seen other people being attacked and moved on as I would have done. But her husband made a significant point. It is those of us in cars that never react when one of us is getting the treatment of an antelope from a lioness or a crocodile. He noted that dispatch riders on motor-bicycles would stop if anything untoward was happening to any of their own and rescue the one under attack from any criminal or even law-enforcement, not to talk of an unfortunate car driver that knocks one of their own down.
I had to drive the same route on the following day, returning from a panel discussion at the Nigerian Institute of International Affairs. I chose to move not later than 2 p.m. when traffic was lighter. I realised that I had been psychologically affected, may be not to the extent of using the word ‘traumatised.’ Even moving at about 40 kilometres an hour, I was thinking the boys may surface again.
I share this story not out of optimism but to underscore the sad reality we face: a country where security is an afterthought, where leadership is so corrupt, and where the roads are made safe only for those in power. For the rest of us, survival has become a matter of luck and, sometimes, a thousand naira (‘one naira’ as nicknamed by agberos in Lagos) compulsory gift for “freedom.”
On a larger note, the signs of things getting to this point especially in Lagos have always been there. The increasing presence of unemployed, unproductive very hungry young men easily deployed as tools of political oppression and destruction in any society should not be left unattended to. The security menace they constitute only became more harrowing since we got the renewed hope government of Nigeria.
Babafemi A. Badejo, author of a best-seller on politics in Kenya, was a former Deputy Special Representative of the UN Secretary-General for Somalia and is currently a Legal Practitioner and Professor of Political Science & International Relations at Chrisland University, Abeokuta. Nigeria.
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