Cop Paralysed by a Pointed Gun

It was drama mixed with fear and laughter yesterday at Town Planning Way, Ilupeju in Lagos when a traffic policeman stopped three men on Okada (motorcycle) for not wearing crash helmets. Unknown to the policeman, who was holding a baton, the three men riding the motorcycle are robbers. One of them brought out a gun and pointed it at the policeman.

On seeing the pointed gun, the policeman naturally became paralysed with fear and collapsed to the ground. He tried to get up from the ground, but he fell down again, and again. He started shaking and rolling on the ground. The three men rode away on their motorcycle, leaving the policeman still lying on the ground. The policeman's colleagues later came with a car and carry him to their office in order for him to calm down as he was no longer in a condition to continue working.
I bet the policeman will do a thanksgiving to God in his church on Sunday for this close shave with death.

Let Him Go! He is a Frustrated Man

Tony was driving home from work three days ago. He was driving a company’s car, which was an unbranded latest model of Toyota Avensis. When he reached the Agric junction, he was in the innermost lane and wanted to change to the outer lane when he was stopped from doing so by policemen on duty.  He was commanded to maintain his current lane till he reaches under the bridge and make a U-Turn. This is not what Tony intended to do. He wanted to go straight.

"But I'm going straight and I don't want to turn under the bridge" he tried to explain to the most senior of the police officers standing beside the road, a Deputy Superintendent of Police ((DSP). "Then you should have followed the outer or middle lane. Go and turn under the bridge, Mr. Man, and stop disturbing the flow of the traffic", the DSP shouted at him. Tony decided to stay put because to go and turn under the bridge meant going back half-way to where he was coming from. Besides, the portion of the road under the bridge is very deplorable. 


Soon other vehicles coming from behind Tony started skirting around him in order to drive past him. He was like that for almost five minutes when the police officer, who had moved away from him by this time, shouted to the one besides Tony’s car, "Let Him Go! He's a Frustrated Man." At this, the policeman left his position and Tony drove off not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

A Checking Too Many

It was a Saturday morning, and Tunde was driving to his office in Yaba, coming from Agege. When he reached Oba Akran at Ikeja, beside Guinness, he met a detachment of Policemen doing some checking. They flagged him and he stopped a few metres away from them. One of them, a Police Constable came over to him. He demanded for his driver's license which Tunde extracted from his purse and silently gave him, while Tunde remained sitting inside the car. Satisfied with that, he returned his driver's license and demanded for the vehicle's particulars. Tunde extracted this from the glove compartment of the car and handed them over without a word. Tunde, driving a brand new company's car, believes he doesn't have anything to fear when it comes to Police Checking.

"Where is your custom paper?" bellowed the Police Constable. "What? Do you expect me to have the custom papers?" Tunde was pissed off. "Look, I'm not the importer or owner. This is a company's car, so I don’t have it" he explained like one talking to a child. "Ok, where is your CMR?" demanded the police man. "What is CMR?" queriedTunde. "Since you don't have CMR, you better come and see my boss" declared the policeman, ignoring Tunde’s question, while pointing to a Police Sergeant chatting with another officer beside a patrol vehicle parked a few metres away. Tunde learnt later that CMR means Police Central Motor Registry.

Tunde did a quick thinking. These policemen will ruin his day if care is not taken. He has to do something fast. He got out and locked the car. He took a few steps to follow the policeman. He stopped and said, "Look, let me park my car well off the road. I don't want any trailer or tanker to run into it. The policeman agreed and waited for him. Tunde entered his car, and turned on the ignition. He engaged the central lock of the car, thereby locking all the doors of the car. He pulled out of the road and zoomed off. He stopped the car some safe metres away from the policeman, rolled down his side glass halfway, looked back at the astonished policeman, made faces at him, and zoomed off laughing like someone demented.