Just like all my other counterparts that have tasted the delicacy of my rhetoric, police certainly couldn’t survive it, they probably were complaining when I’d finally get to them. But my foes, life is round and never gets flat when the rotation pits you a foot higher.
So my arrival in town is always greeted with the no longer new scenes of blocked streets, police lines commanded by plain-clothed, squint eyed men with the typical tropical noses from the opposite east of the country, armed with stockpiles of tear gas, buggy bulletproof jackets, helmets and angry faces that you could easily tell supper was surely a blessing.
Well my biggest worry is that the sanity of our policemen is subversively decided by the ‘order from above’ notices that keep spiralling in whenever incidents cloud in. The high numbers of deployments would certainly pass for the best ads in the country, first they are everywhere and then everybody owns a piece of them but can’t tear them down. I mean they are figures of public hate but we can’t do without them.
So who gives these ‘orders from above’ that he has the capacity to deploy our police at free will even when it’s unnecessary? a friend of mine joked that nowadays, a mere scuffle between a landlord and tenant would end with tear gas to the on lookers.
Well am sure each one of us gets the ‘pound them to oblivion and bury them without anyone seeing’ feeling whenever they get in the way of serious business with our tear gas and sprays.
I AM ASKING MY POLICE WHO GIVES THESE ORDERS FROM ABOVE ? HE’S ACCOUNTABLE FOR ALL DEATHS AND ARRESTS THAT HAVE OCCURED.