Tricia’s Nightmare – Episode 12e “One of my good daughters called me that your police people are detaining her fiancé without charge. What makes it worse is that she is one of those we have been praying for husband for, she is not a small girl again. This man who is not Nigerian came to Nigeria to marry her, and now your police people have spoilt everything!” He held his hands in his heads. What was wrong with these policemen! If the British High Commissioner couldn’t get him to act immediately, his wife definitely could. She was spoiling for a serious fight, and the gossip mill in the villa fed on these fights. He wasn’t about to give them cannon fodder now. “Do you know the boy’s name and where he is being held?” “The boy’s name is Teju Bello and this my daughter is Kofo, you remember that good girl that is helping with my anti rape pet project. She is 36 and now this Teju boy wants to marry her. She said he’s British though his parents are Nigerian. See answered prayers that these people want to pour sand inside o.” “Who is holding him?” he asked, a quiet anger welling up inside him. “One AIG Saranja,” she responded. “The man is a goner!” he said with such force that his wife was impressed. She knew nothing about the earlier call from the British High Commissioner or that this Saranja’s name had shattered his peace twice this morning. “That’s my husband, I knew you will handle it,” she said, smiling broadly as she embraced him and left. The president got dressed and called the Minister of Police Affairs and the Chairman of the Police Service Commission to meet him within thirty minutes in his chambers. Teju had endured one of the worst nights of his life. They had kept him awake, seating upright in the very uncomfortable chair. He had been slapped, punched, shoved and kicked all night in between rigorous questioning. He hadn’t said anything yet, but he was nearing breaking point. Saranja had stayed awake too, and he could see that the man was tired too now. What would happen if it was decided that he had no value to them? He shuddered at the thought. He had heard birds singing outside for a while which mean it was daybreak. His interrogators were on a food break when Saranja’s phone rang. He saw the man pick the phone and check the caller ID and then stiffened as if unconsciously. It was a shiny black one he saw all the other men carry and he assumed it was a standard issue of some sorts. Saranja stepped out to take the call. **************** Saranja hadn’t been expecting any calls from the Inspector General of Police. He hardly got any calls from his direct superior, and hardly did at seven in the morning. “Hello Saranja.” “Hello sir,” he swallowed bile as he said the sir. “You are on speaker and I have the Minister and the Chairman of the commission here.” Saranja wheezed. What was going on? The minister spoke “Saranja, you are holding a young man that has caused us plenty trouble this morning. Teju Bello is his name and he is a British citizen. First, you will let him go, and then you will immediately proceed to Abuja to explain why you have embarrassed the presidency like this. Bring the young man to the phone, we need to confirm to the president that he is alive and well.” Saranja was dumbfounded. Straight from the presidency? The minister? IG? What in the world did this guy do? One thing was certain and he knew it. His police career was over. He took the phone inside and handed it over to Teju. He just heard Teju say a series of Yeses and then he rounded the call off. He signaled two of his men “clean him up and take him to his hotel.” And then he left for Abuja. More than ever before, he thought on the way to the airport, they needed to win this case. Watchout for Episode 13 in the Afternoon
Posted on: Sun, 28 Dec 2014 10:32:34 +0000
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