Corruption in Nigeria Police Force: I got almost Killed by Bad Eggs in Nigeria Police
Police all over the world is an agency responsible for the protection of life, property and human right and Nigeria is not an exception. There are complaint by Nigerians day by day how their human rights are been violated by the police.
In Nigeria, corruption and malpractices is not peculiar to one agency alone but all. Generally, Nigerian government corruption is the cause of corruption in Nigeria Police Force.
The narration below is a true life story of how dangerous bad eggs in Nigeria Police could be. Read on and learn a lesson:
NIGERIA POLICE BAD EGGS ARE WORSE THAN ARMED ROBBERS
A true story by Olutoyosi Omotoso
I didn’t know what the expression “faced with death” really mean until midnight of December 12, 2016.
I am a medical doctor working with a state Health Medical Board and I also operate a private hospital.
Yesterday (i.e. on 11/12/2016), when I was on call at the state hospital, I admitted a patient who had Epistaxis. I handed him over to another doctor who took over from me for night call. But before that, I had packed the bleeding nostrils with adrenalin impregnated gauze and the bleeding had stopped.
At around 12 midnight, the medical officer on duty called me and said while he was checking the patient, decided and removed the gauze to examine the patient and that was it! The patient just stated bleeding seriously. And within some minutes, he had lost more than two liters of blood and was gasping for breath. His Pulse Rate was 120 beat per minute and RR was 30cpm.
Normal saline was used, no oxygen in the general hospital and no blood to transfuse because it was midnight, the lab was closed.
I was contacted around 2am to come along with an oxygen cylinder and 2 blood packs since ORH negative blood donors were available.
I got up from my bed immediately, pleaded with my husband to let me save a life. Little did I realized that danger was ahead!
Driving to my private hospital to get the needed oxygen and packs of blood, I met a police check point. I was stopped and the following ensued:
Police: Madam where you dey go for this kind time?
Me: I be doctor, I get emergency for hospital.
Police (now upset): Emergency! Emergency! Na so so emergency doctors dey talk. Na emergency we wan chop?
Me: Oga officer, I beg the patient dey die and time dey go!
Police: Stay there, you never ready to go, me I no get bed to sleep? I go kon dey here for nothing?
Me (now furious as time was going): Na me give you work? Se government no dey pay you salary?
Police (looking through my car window angrily as if looking for something): Aah, wetin that knife dey do in your car?
(This was a pen knife I used to slice some oranges earlier in the day) OK! I don catch you. You go explain this knife and this unholy hour movement of yours.
Kraa! Kraa! He cocked his gun and pointed it directly at me.
Police: Come down! I say come down!Me (now praying silently within me as I realized he was deeply serious): Oga, you want shoot me? For what now? I be armed robber?
Police: If I kill you now, throw way your body, who go know?
Me (now my heart was beating badly): Oga police you wan shoot me? You no fit kill me o, God forbid, I can’t die like a chicken.
Police: You don die already, in your next life wen you see policemen, you go dey respect them.
He then pointed the gun at me.
At this point another vehicle came by and while the officer was talking with the driver, my phone rang. It was the doctor at the general hospital waiting for me to bring the oxygen and the blood bags.
I took the phone call and quickly told him that I am at a so and so place and that the police there wanted to kill me because I refused to give them money. I went on and on because I actually wanted the officers and his colleagues to know that I have informed someone about what was happening.
So, after that car had gone, the same officer came back to me, open my car door and forcefully dragged me to the back of their police pick-up truck. It was then that I realized they were four in number. Off they drove.
Me: Where are you taking me to?
None of them said a word.
Meanwhile, I noticed a vehicle came out from a corner and followed us from a distance. I later knew it was the same car that came by at the check point while the officer was threatening me.
Police (as soon as they realized the car was monitoring us.): Driver, stop! (Talking to the police truck driver).
They alighted and flashed the car as he got closer. They commanded the driver out of the car.
Police: Na you wan give evidence of waiting you no see abi?
One policeman shouted, “Fire him!”
I mustered courage and spoke, “Sir, don’t bother to shoot, you heard me make a call. I have informed my people about how you have been threatening to kill me because I rejected to give you money. So, you cannot cover up what is already exposed.”
That made them thinking and the next thing, their senior, I guessed, stared beating up the officer that had been with me for letting me made a call.
At this time, the man turned and zoomed off. They turned too and made effort to catch him before failed.
On getting back to the check point where I met them, shockingly, my car has disappeared. I left the car key on the ignition before I was taking away. Probably an opportunist thief had taken advantage of the situation and stole the car. This made them had a rethink. Who must have taken the car? Are we been trailed?
That was how I was let go and found my way back home. The following morning I was told that the patient had died. I have lodged complaint with the commissioner of police and they are looking into the case.
My car has not been found till now.
The lesson for Nigerians:
If you meet a Nigerian Police officers in a secluded place, please and please, cooperate. I mean cooperate. Because they can be more dangerous than armed robbers. If not for God, maybe I would have been killed by now.