His friends call him Idi. Young and health, he was bubbling with life “ as there was every indication that eh would make it in life “ and perhaps, cross over from poverty line into a life worth living. As with his contemporaries, he wouldnt want to loose the life battle to death. That evening, he had, with his young wife, visited a friend where they were treated to a sumptuous dinner. Then they raced in their Peugeot 505 back home to watch the World Cup. Argentine was playing that fateful evening. The wife wanted to watch a horror film on the newly acquired VHS video machine which Idi preferred being like most Nigerian football fans. In a male dominated society, he had his way “ and the angry lady slept on the carpet, perhaps, dreaming horrors. At about one oclock in the morning, the match ended. Satisfied, Idi work up his wife and asked her to watch her desired horror film. She objected having been humiliated. They then bolted at doors and went to sleep. Idis school leaver brothers were sleeping in one of the rooms while his brothers wife who was then on a visit preferred the parlour to the store-turned bedroom carefully arranged to her taste.
The lights in the parlour as well as those of the bedrooms were on. The brothers, who were sleeping comfortably in a music filled room slept off “ and the cassette played itself out, with no one to switch it off. The closest neighbours were a policeman and fire fighter who lived in the boys quarters. The fire fighter was out on that day “ he was off to a funeral in another town. The police officer was on night duty. Only their wives and children were at home.
At about 3.00 hours in the morning, nine masked men entered the house, after having successfully opened the doors of the gate and that of the house. One stood guard at the door. One of the men carefully turned his knife on the neck of the lady who slept in the parlour. Another entered the room where the boys slept and woke them up. With fright, they opened their eyes only to find a hefty blue faced masked man warning them to be careful or their throats would be slit off. Frightfully, they gasped, counting their lifespan then by seconds, praying that the long knife would not be used on them.
Five others went into the master bedroom. First, they slapped Idi on the face, dazed by exhaustion of work and the late hour wake keeping to watch the World Cup, Idi only shifted his position and continued sleeping. Then a long stick was used to hit him. In the dreamy state, he angrily work up, wondering who would have had the audacity to enter his room while he was with his wife and a one-and-half year old kid. He sat up and cleared his eyes. What he saw was indescribable. Five torch lights flashed on his face from different directions. Then he realized the danger.
˜Wait, wait, wait, please, in the name of God, wait, he said and put his hands on the wooden cabinet bed. Like lightning, a knife was thrust into his palm. It went through. He screamed. His wife woke up. One of the five masked men went over to her and put his shiny knife over her neck “ if you dont lie quietly, I will slit your throat, he sneered. Idi stood up and a matchet landed on his head. He dived on the men. One fell down. He rushed out amidst cuts from all sides. Meanwhile, blood gushed out, dazing and blinding him. He rushed couldnt go out of the gate, when eh saw the men on top of their female visitor, who seeing blood, started screaming Idi ya mutu! Idi ya mutu! (Idi has been killed).
He, however, found his way out “ eh could not go into the boys quarters, because of the dividing wall. The door had been closed. He made for the wall. As he climbed, one of the night marauders rushed after him, pulling his leg. He summoned all the strength left in him and with the other leg, he kicked the marauder who crashed into the ground, then idi jumped over the wall. To his dismay, his neighbours were absent. He banged at the door for several minutes but nobody listened. Once one of the doors was opened, but when the woman occupants saw the blood gushing out of him, they mistook him for one of the robbers and closed the door on him. He went to the back of the house and bumped into a woman then in the toilet easing herself. Too frightened, she collapsed into a comma. Luckily, he was able to climb to the roof of the boys quarters from where he saw his goods, the properties and little money he had from his work with a state government owned parastatals being carted away. Two times, he screamed for help, but only more blood gushed out of his body. They, his night visitors, came out debating as to whether he should be gunned down or not. The consensus was that he was after going to die “ from the deep cut inflicted on his head “ a deep cut which almost dovished the brain but for a flimsy layer.
His 504 could not start. The robbers were unable to notice the security neutralizer, whose key they had picked. The motor did not move, they thought fuled had finished. Neighbours who came out were asked to steer clear or be shot. As this drama was going on, Idis led slipped and he rolled down the zinc roof, which inflicted more deep cuts on him. He reached the ground, blank. And only woke up in the University of Maiduguri Teaching Hospital.
Lucky Idi, after the operations, he still lives to tell us the story today. Others, like our road signs keep telling us, have gone before being able to even remember what happened to them. They wake up perhaps, in the other side of life wondering what has happened. Fear is now the closest friend of most Nigerians “ distrust, fears twin brother seems to rule supreme. The law and order agencies are unable to comprehend what is happening as the country is held siege. Sometimes, even the law enforcement agencies seem to be as frightful to the citizens as armed robbers connections of robbers, reportedly has permeated the law and other agencies so thoroughly, that citizens prefer to keep their predicament to themselves than report them.
The fear is always compounded by several political factors “ which include sadly too political repression which sometimes can hardly be differentiated from common criminal acts. The whole danger stems from the fact that the country is under siege.
This siege has brought to force one name which now sells newspapers, whose escapades people want to read or hear.
Security is a far dream. Insecurity is the reality for most Nigerians “ poor or rich, who do not know whether they will reach any place they intend going or even survive the night “ nights have become times of nightmares and not times of rest and pleasure. Now, everybody who wakes thanks his stars. Bank workers who hitherto were well-protected have been reduced to mere victims of robbery “ with violence. As the confusion rages, over the invasion of the county by Anini and company, all of a sudden everybody has become expert on armed robbery and banditry. Almost any person you meet on the street pontificates on how to quest the increasing wave of armed robbery.
The most saddening aspect of this expertise is the confidence with which government and its security agencies think they can solve the problem of this siege “ and the undeclared martial law on the country. Interestingly, all sorts of laws are enacted with little or no knowledge of what constitutes armed robbery or what creates it. Even if such relevant sociological knowledge exists, it is obvious that the present laws on crime and crime control have neglected such. Thus, we are faced with a ˜no-go situation, in which every day, the callousness with which people are massacred increases. Before, you would be told to lift up your life. Today, it is different “ with most people losing their lives, properties and relatives, while scores are maimed for life.
For the first time in the history of Nigeria, before going into operations, fore warnings are sent. Police are in some cases informed “ and victims told not to bother about their ˜gods or the police. Rudely, in f act, the serenity and awareness of the law enforcement agencies was butchered. Today, even police barracks are not immune. The protectors themselves need protection “ leaving the nation without security, gasping in fright. Lives are daily lost as the underworld men increase in strength. As some people said some years back “ armed robbers perfect their craft years ahead of police “ so cunning they must be or so crude our security system “ as these men everyday escape the police and even threaten the police institution. At the rate things are going, it might not be too wild to speculate that one day armed robbers in the conventional sense may storm the seat of the powerful, to take over power.
An important aspect of the present drama itself is that the credibility of both rulership and its security paraphernalia are called into question and scrutiny. Who is Anini, anyway, that he can hold the whole country to ransom, despite the millions and billions of Naira expended on security organs in the nation? Why has armed robbery persisted despite the draconian laws, and capital punishment itself which awaits ˜convicted armed robbers? These, you will, no doubt, agree are not mere academic questions. The answers provided will show the dimension and the root cause of armed robbery. They might prove or disprove assertions by Police Public Relations Officer, Alozie Ogugbuaja that armed robbery is a class war.
By Rima Shawulu
The Standard, Thursday, November 20, 1986, page 4