Thoughts Lead To Appreciation
This morning, right outside my premises I encountered a uniformed officer.
He was dressed in greenish-brown khaki and a pair of heavy boots with a rucksack strapped on his back from both shoulders and a rifle slung over his right shoulder.
Are you a police officer or a soldier? I called to him.
He turned towards me.
Why do you ask?
Nothing, I responded, shaking my head. I am just curious. I just want to know.
I am a police officer. Is there any problem?
You just want to know?
The police are human.
Once in my early twenties, I heard behind me the foot sounds of heavy boots and a voice.
Comot for road! Comot for road! in pidgin English [Step out of the way!]
In an instant, I stepped aside and looked over my right shoulder in astonishment to check the source of the sounds.
Just a footstep away from me was a uniformed police officer, marching.
I could not believe my experience and in protest, I joked in a light tone.
Which one is: Comot for road! Comot for road?
He laughed and greeted me.
I reciprocated and he continue his march.
A little earlier as a nineteen year-old teenager, I walked towards a team of police officers stationed at a roundabout.
I commenced a conversation with one of them.
Soon, he reached inside his clothing and produced a handgun.
I was struck with excitement, for that was the first time I had seen a gun at close range.
Oh! Let me have a look, please! stretching my hands to take the gun.
Immediately came the caution, with a sharp tone and a blank facial expression.
If you touch it, I will arrest you.
Oh! All right! Keep your gun.
From that, I learnt a civilian is not to as much as touch a firearm, let alone handle one.
I salute the Nigeria Police.