I could hear myself by now speaking in tongues and asking God to come and deliver me from this kind of wahala I have come to find myself.
"Oya, get insie, if you do anyhow I will shoot your legs.." the officer that was holding my trouer whom I later came to know as officer Mike was a hefty man of about 5ft 7 and he was muscular to a fault and I was wondering what would happen if he slapped me. His mouth was smelling of garlic missed with alcohol and as he breathed with some sort of difficulties, I felt more suffocated from the air he was breathing down my face than the sting of the tear gas which was still burning my eyes and nostrils.
"But officer, I am not among them" I was pleading now and trying to make sure I don't get put in the van. Meanwhile the scene has become a spectacle with residents of the area standing by watching, talking and pointing at me....Ok they were pointing but I was wishing they were pointing at me to let the police officers know that I was a guest and not a hoodlum like the others who have been rounding up inside two waiting trucks.
The guys who were fighting and who I will blame for the sting in my eyes and my imminent arrest were still trying to talk themselves out and I could see they were bleeding and seriously wounded. The one who had a visible cut beneath his eye by now was holding his head as his eye was swollen...
"Oya enter..." the officer commanded me.
"But officer, I am not among nau, I am a guest here" I was telling him but he wouldn't have anything to do with that explanation.
"You be guest abi? ... "Yes" I responded thinking he was listening to me. "No wahala, when we get to the station you will explain yourself".
"o my God, which kain trouble be this o"
"You neva see trouble, no be you dey fight".. the officer blasted out and with a swift move, he lifted me off the ground with sheer strength and dumped me into the waiting van which was now ready to leave.
I landed on my side and I felt my left shoulder creak as it hit the edge of the steel leg of the seat.
Ok, by now I was calculating what it will take to get myself bailed out because I know that is where it will end. Why did I not just pay for that hotel at Apapa that charged me N7,000 for a night? How come I have come to get a cheap room for N1,500 and will now bail myself from the police station with N5k plus a sore shoulder and burning eyes caused by the teargas that was shot at the hooligans?
The Van jerked angrily from the side of the road and by this time instead of begging I had resigned myself to fate knowing fully well I must bail myself from this police claw no thanks to those stupid Ajegunle mad boys who had nothing to do but to bring themselves to the dump I was holed in to fight over a girl. Plus they haven't even given me the room yet.
As they van swerved from the curb to the road, it moved with that fierce screeching you hear when someone tries to tell you they are expert drivers.
Oouch..., I heard myself moan as the movement of the van caused me to fall to the other side and I landed on the knee of one of the hooligans... and as I tried to adjust myself, the van came to a screeching stop and this time I was thrown forward and I hit my mouth on the side of the metal seat and I felt my mouth open and then the taste of blood. Damn...I am now a hooligan because before this wound I was the only person with a wound.
As I struggled to settle myself, I noticed an officer was talking to a man (who I later got to know as the owner of the brothel)... he seemed to be trying to make peace with the officers who wouldn't have none as they insisted they must take us all to the station. I just bowed my head.
"Oya.. you.. na which one? This one?" Oya come down" an officer was barking and one of the hooligans tapped me. I raised my head and I was surprised to see that same "ashewo" standing by the owner of the brothel and talking to him.
"You know am?" the officer asked me as he pointed at the girl..
"Yes, I dey..." "Oya come down before I go lock you up" he barked at me before I could even complete my statement.
Oh God...I whispered in my mind... Did you just use this 'ashewo' to rescue me?
I got down from the van and was escorted by the girl into the brothel and as we walked in I was in serious pain and ashamed of myself, because everybody on that street were watching me. We walked into the bar and I noticed there had been some considerable amount of damage. The girl walked me into the corridor and turned left into another corridor before she stopped at the second door and opened it. It was a typical room badly furnished with a very questionable bed spread.
As I sat down on the edge of the bed, she asked for the money so she can pay for the room and also get me some drugs.
After 2 hours, I was all patched up and taken a fresh bath and I was still fully dressed because I couldn't see myself taking off my clothes to sleep on the bedspread. I stared feeling very weak and tired and I just laid down there on the bed, before she left, the girl told me she would check on me to make sure I was OK and I said thanks so with that in mind knowing she was gone, I tried to rerun in my mind the events that has played out in the last 4hours and I guess I must have dozed off because I suddenly felt a gently stroke on my penis and what looked like a cold "covering" over the tip and I jerked up to find the 'ashewo' fully naked and giving me a blow job......
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