Beloveth, I was mugged!
I was in the company of my colleague, Bimbo, in an official chauffeur driven Kia Rio with the windows down due to the failure of the air-condition system. We were going for a presentation at Marina through Ikorodu Road. Just as we climbed Eko Bridge at about 1 p.m, there was a Third-Mainland-closure-induced holdup that turned out to be a robbery ambush for me and my colleagues.
I was complaining to myself why I have to go for the presentation in a car without air conditioning on such a hot afternoon, I was seriously contemplating the financial and goodwill implication of my voyage to my employer when suddenly I saw something that looked like a metal tube. I deliberately looked away, the holder of the metal tube said something like “I will blow up your head” then the reality that we were being mugged in a crowded traffic dawned on me.
I always consider myself as a not-so-easy man, don’t be fooled by my Facebook profile picture and my poetry, there is a seasoned ruggedity that flows with the blood in my veins. At that instant I began to carefully judge my options very swiftly. Within seconds I considered pretending deaf and dumb, I also considered wasting the mugger’s time till intervention may come (which may never come!).
I suddenly remembered that I was looking at the highway to heaven through the barrel of a carefully sawed-off hand gun. I thought about the effects the bullets may have on the skin of my scalp and perhaps the skull and its contents; I looked at the mugger’s eyes, what I saw was the reddened eyes of a seasoned drug user who would probably panic any moment and pull the trigger or run away: the chances of the latter seemed slimmer. “Bring your phones! Your phones!” shouted the stoned mugger.
Something in me told me that the gun might not be loaded, that if I delayed a bit more I may just have a messiah amongst the multitude of traffic we were surrounded with. Alas! It seemed the whole world went to sleep as no one seemed to have noticed us or seemed to care.
All my celebrations lasted for about forty-five seconds or thereabout before the command to hand over my phone set me back on the reality at hand, I concluded instantly that my life is much more valuable than the Blackberry phone I was holding. I also noted mentally that the venture of finding out if the gun was loaded may be more expensive than any other option. There and then I handed my phone to the gentleman who came to mug us in broad daylight, in the presence of about thirty other Lagosians seated silently in their vehicles waiting for their turn to be mugged!
Thus the gentleman collected three mobile phones from our car and when he decided to ask for our wallets, a messiah in form of a mobile policeman happened on the scene from nowhere; my only regret till this moment is that the policeman who saved us from further torture was not armed. However I must say that the policeman displayed a level of bravery and professionalism I have never seen in real life policing. The policeman came from nowhere and ran purposefully towards us and just as he neared us our mugger was signalled of the approaching policeman by his getaway driver who was seated on a bike just by our side, he dived for the bike and off they went!
I was happy about the angelic policeman who came to save us; I was sad my phone was taken forcefully, above all I was so very glad and thankful I got home in one piece that fateful day with my wallet still in my pocket and I am glad today because I wrote about it.
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