Esprit De coup Gone Bad HoL 112

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Humans of Lagos

"I witnessed an unexpected drama between a soldier and a police.
I was inside a commercial bus heading to Agbado when a soldier and a police officer began fighting in the vehicle over the right not to pay the transport fare.
SOLDIER: I just return from Boko Haram battleground, I go beat you die. You no no me.
POLICEMAN: You no dey look face. Na me arrest Evans the kidnapper. I go teach you a hard lesson.
SOLDIER: Make the driver park somewhere make we do little boxing. I go destroy your head.
POLICE: You no fit!

On and on they went.

I had to intervene because this Superiority of abuse drama is becoming a circus. I said, 'Oga sirs, no fight biko. I know say na the love for the country wey wan make you dey fight una sef. No allow make the devil come for your heads here, I go pay for all of una.'

They disengaged from their altercation tsunami to give me cold stares.

 It's so bad in this city that the public officers no longer fight for justice but free rides."

© FERT, 2017

Comments

  1. Unknown13 November 2017 at 11:40

    Lol. Sad but funny

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  2. Esther7 February 2018 at 07:36

    Lmao! Sounds like shit I would do just so they would realize how extremely embarrassing they both are being.

    ReplyDelete

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