BEAUTY AND BEAST....... I was one of the average guys who believed the best and the only way to earn your deserving respect from your siblings....younger ones is by bullying and beating them to submission. It took a friend of mine to educate me that with such attitude, and if not halted, i will surely grow into into abusive husband. The prospect was so scary that the message sunk immediately and that was the only thing i took out of that friendship. I shared this with you so that you can have a clear understanding of what formed my action(s) yesterday. I resumed back to my post and primary interest yesterday and after my first show in many months, i was elated that my spot was kept intact and the sport and talking sport(Formula 1) have not departed from me. After closing for the day, I boarded a bus from Sandfill bus stop heading to Iyana Oworo as I needed to get to Ketu to attend to some pressing dosetic issues. When we hit the Third Mainland bridge, the driver now felt it was right and fair to start the collection of the fares from the passengers. While he was at this, the lady seated behind him on the first row kept yelling, pleading and screaming that the driver should concerntrate on the drive through Third Mainland bridge and do the collection later. At that juncture, i added my voice of reasoning that when he gets to Iyana Oworo, he can park and do the collection. He stubbornly stuck to his gun and while at it, we almost had a crash. This prompted the lady behind him to become hysterical, and excited which out of reflex made her hit the driver on his head. We all turned our anger on her saying what she did could even complicate things and endager our lives...if not more than it had been. Before i could say jamiu Rabiu, the driver slammmed hard on the brake, brought the car to an abrupt stop, got out, went to the side of the lady, pulled the glass/window pane by the woman and he gave her what I can only aptly describe as a blinding slap. I went livid... I went ballistic.... i was enraged.. Feeling cool with himself, the driver kept justifying his actions claiming me that he knock his head, am i not someone husband? Everyone on the bus now turned their anger on him and I promised him he will not sleep his house yesterday. He kept on bragging and saying we should get there, he will like to know who I am and do I think he is an illiterate? It took every energy and sanity in me not to punch the IDIOT hard in the face. When we got to Iyana Oworo, it waas then it dawned on me why he was so full of confidence. He thought the fight I was going to put up was physical as he was banking on the fact that the agberos and the LASTMA officials at the bus stop were his buddies. He was wrong, I flashed my Press ID to the LASTMA officials and told them to hold him for dangerous driving, while i dashed to meet a detachment of Police not so far from the bus stop. If he knew, the call on the LASTMA guys was a decoy to hold him in place for me to get the Police, he would have absonded. Trust Nigerians, he was not alone in the world and display of idiosycrasy, the agberos true to their values were rooting for him, the LASTMA officials sensing danger were trying to mediate and all the idiot could do was justify his actions. I got to the Ploice and spoke with the Inspector. I narrated all what happened to him and he ordered a Corporal to follow me to effect the arrest....I flashed my ID too... When the officer got to the bus stop, he asked for the culprit, he took the keys from him, and drove us to where his superior was. The guy kept cursing me...in Yoruba saying ori oro oloro ni ma ku si (I will die fighting the cause of others), i responded if that is my destiny, theres little or nothing I can do about it, but if hes saying that relying on one jazz from his village, he should forget it. A lady who was with us on the bus, all because she wanted the driver to be released so that she can get her change and incur no further charges kept yelling at the man that stood by and with me to see the end of the case and justice served.. she kept cursing and when we go to the Police Inspector, he asked her if he knew the lady assaulted, her response was No! but shes my friend. The Police Inspector ordered her to leave and turned to the suspect and asked him what happened? He narrated his story and confirmed he slapped her. The Inspector said it is a case of assault so the Corporal should take us all to the station, take our statement, and detain him.... He was still bragging, the Corporal now explained to him that he has hostile witnesses against him, he was on the wrong side of the law and he swore by the Holiness of Mecca and Medina that he was not going to get out of it. Then it dawned on him... then it hit him real hard that I was about to fulfil my words that he was not going to sleep at home.. I was ready to see him off to jail. Then he started pleading with the lady.. i told the lady not to accept... I asked if he was her father? She said No... I said to her, even her father has limits..... He kept pleading and one of the sane mind at the bus stop came to meet us at where we were....told him he was risking his freedom and educated him on his lunancy. The Lady bulged and there was little I could do, but realising he was at my mercy as the lady had given me the initiative, he started pleading and apologising.... I told him the lady in question has forgiven him and there was little or nothing I can do, but he should never underestimate an adversary... I was not satisfied...so as we were leaving the scene, i whispered to the Inspector...hes your meat...chew him..... I saw the beast in a man and a beast misclassified as a man.... I saw the beauty in a womans heart.... The beauty in/of a forgiving heart... I saw the Beauty and the Beast yesterday....
Posted on: Mon, 13 Oct 2014 10:45:43 +0000
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