Abraka And The Incessant Robberies
We are not afraid of the night hours anymore. We are very scared of the DAY time now in the community of Abraka.
ABRAKA in Ethiope East Local Government of Delta State, is one of the towns that are known for tranquillity and armistice in the state.
In the recent past, it has become a den of robbers.
The Police Force and the various Vigilante groups seem not to give a darn for their duties of protecting lives and properties in the community. They seem to set a nought in their duties.
Countless robberies have been on board because of their remissness and heedlessness.
They (Police&Vigilante) stand at their various checkpoints during the day for the former and at night for the later in an effort to extort money from Bikers and Motorists as if that is their primary duty. And by the way, “Who brought back Okada (Commercial Motor Cycles) to Abraka? Was it thesame State Government that banned the Okada or the Local Government Council?
The way some of the vigilante groups do harass people at night do force me to think they are taking over the duties of the real Uniform Men. They extort money from Drivers and Riders for no just cause.
In one of my home-coming after a boozing adventure, they stopped me and I asked
“Why una stop me?”
The huge one among them said
“U no bi Nigerian? Abi things no ruff for you? Buhari hardship no reach your side?”
I think everyone is using Buhari Government as an excuse. What a silly averment?
Friday, 12th August, 2016 at 10.50a.m, I was sitting upstairs with my friends: Ezekiel Abada (ZICO) & PIERCEZ at Residence Universaitaire, formerly Okpidi Hostel, Off Umono Street. Suddenly we observed an Okada (Commercial Motor Bike) in front of the hostel. And within the twinkle of an eye, a huge guy alighted from the bike and made his way through to where we were sitting. He shook hands with us and asked after SAM. We quickly told him “There is no one by that name in the hostel”. He cleared his throat and spoke with a very sorrowful tone “Sam and his men killed my brother and am here to take him along”
He quickly dropped two used dane guns’ cartridges on the pavement, saying “Na these two bullets Sam and him men take kpuff (killed) my brother.”
At this point, I felt it was a confra (confraternity) issue. I swallowed my saliva and shook my head as I can never be a party to such discussions.
Before we could say ‘Jack’ he brought out an Awka (locally made pistol) and pointed at us. He roared to his gang member outside to mount the gate. And his command was immediately executed like a directive from a General to a Private ranked officer in the Military.
He ordered three of us to go into Ighomuaye Kelvinson Ufuoma (Piercez)’s room. My eyes protruded, my lips made a capital ‘O’ and my jaws dropped in surge-over.
A faint, Wicked and mischievous smile played in his lips. What a devil-incarnate he was?
I looked up and down and mumbled
“This broad day light, am being robbed like this, what is wrong with me, Am I under any unction of a charm or his handshake is hypnotizing me?”
I asked several questions like a Virgin who has seen the standing ovation of a reproductive rod in a room for the very first time in her nude state of body and mind.
We maintained our calm and We went inside quietly like a baby whose Mother has driven a mammalian gland into his mouth after several hours of the mother’s absence.
He and his gang member made away with our Phones:
I Phone 4S with 12GB data and N16,000 worth of glo airtime. An Infinix Hot Note 2 with over N6,000 worth of Mtn airtime, a Fly Thunder 3 IQ4415, Nokia X2 and a Nokia 130.
That was how we lost five of our phones.
We were dumbfounded like Lot after he saw his Wife turned into a Pillar of Salt in the Bible. Our faces were red hot like peppers, when two neighbours who saw the Criminals paddlocking the gate from outside told us the same son of the beast waved the gun at them and they had to dispatched for the fear and the respect they had for the brief weapon that can terminate life with the speed of light.
We beckoned on a neighbour who gave us her dual sim phone and we called our various network providers to block our lines and they were successfully blocked.
MTN and GLO were so silly to quizzical statements as if they don’t trust the info we gave them to carry out the blocking of our lines despite our various details and sim info we shared with them.
Lack of technology. “Why will they not be that fatuous, when they don’t even have the details of their various callers?”
Minutes later, friends started trouping in to expressed what they felt about the whole thing. I became confused, if it was a television station that made the news public, or a radio station. Those from far away started calling me on my Gionee L800 the bandits left on the ground because of its bad state and ancient appearance.
Some were very sympathetic, while others were of the view that
“We should have RUSHED him and the gun.”
My dad once said to me “Respect a man with a gun”
Life got no duplicate! “This is not the end of life. Better days ahead” I quickly said to myself before I angrily went to the Vilante Chairman and a referal was made to the Abraka Police Division (APD) to make an entry of one of the ugliest happenings of my very existence.
Saturday, 13th August, 2016, in the wee hours of the morning, at about 7a.m I was told; the Pastor of Mountain of Fire was equally robbed same yesterday (Friday, 12th) at gun point in his house.
These boys are not scared!
Weeks ago, Peace Hostel at Umono axis was robbed and the Criminals made away with laptops and phones. Other countless robberies in several parts of the Town I cannot outline at the moment.
The bedraggled issue is that they are all done in broad day light without masks and several communication gadgets, money and other properties were taken by these bandits in the cause of these nefarious activities.
What is the Police Force doing about it? They go about robbing in broad day light(s) under their very watch.
Should citizens start buying arms for self-defense?
No wonder the late Ojukwu said “One man to one gun”.
Some persons are of the view that they are not Abrakarians. They probally are being invited by their host allies here in Abraka. No one can really tell if they are Abrakarians.
Whichever way, it is the duty of the Police to protect lives and properties.
My Unpublished Articles, pictures, and hip hop mp3s in my memory card can never be forgotten in a hurry.
The devil’s face is still very clear like 3D in our heads.
My agony grew worse when I filled the Glo form to retrieve my line on Saturday, 13th August, 2016 at opposite Campus 1 Big Gate. My line was replaced successfully on Friday, 19th August, 2016, but still remained inactive until 9 a.m. Sunday, 21st August 2016. Nine (9) whole days before I was able to get back online. But still can’t make calls or send texts. I can only receive calls and text messages, because the line is still blocked. Glo gave me till Tuesday, 23rd August 2016 before the line will be fully active. What an inutile network provider and their dysfunctional mode of operation in rural areas?
My face never broadened into a tolerant smile, as I drove my writing weapon upon the white shit of paper to craft this nonfictional piece.
No hyperbolical lines in here, if you could see with my own eyes.
Written by SIR A-ONE