It’s about time we stumped our feet and crush the department of barbarism and cruelty of the Nigerian Police Force euphemistically called Special Anti-Robbery Squad. It’s high time we unified and power a reverberating voice to rid our communities of this bunch of quasi-criminals that are only anti-youth success. A body introduced to administer warm panacea to armed robbery but has dangerously transubstantiated into the cold menace clad in civvies harassing, extorting, kidnapping and killing innocent Nigerians who are (directly or indirectly) paying them to protect them.
A high budget research need not be conducted to know that Nigerians fear SARS officers than even the deadliest of criminals. They’ve been claims that these officers are the armed robbers they’re employed to exterminate. The radiating greed and avarice that shine from their eyes whenever they corner a “customer” isn’t unsimilar to the flickers that shine from the eyes of repacious robbers. They’ve sent countless of young successful minds, with the help of our rusty justice system, into the Khaki jumpers of our putrid prisons and several more into the hot dirt of the earth to their early deaths because these bunch of unlucky hustlers won’t “drop something light”.
The bucket of energy they spend trying tiredlessly to incriminate every guy in ripped jeans and flashy top, if invested in fighting armed robbery, I’m sure Nigeria will be purged of all form of heist. They forcefully seize phone and start browsing through it with no regards for the constitutional right to privacy. Like we can expect less from a department ill-famed for extra-judicial torture, testing the strength and impact of their weapons on crimeless, unconvicted Nigerians like they’re laboratory guinea pigs.
I first witnessed their inhumane and corrupt nature in 2015 when my then 37 years-old neighbor was nabbed while relaxing on a roadside pavement just outside the house. He was dragged into the unregistered grey-coloured Honda Accord by the yellow towel wrapped around his waist (the only piece of clothing he had on) despite the entire neighborhood pouring out to plead he be released. We watched as they handcuffed and pummelled my poor neighbor like he was a criminal in the same ilk as Anini, Oyenusi and the dreaded Shina Rambo. It took 24 days of serious bargaining before these legalized criminals agreed to release my innocent neighbor, whose tax is a substantial part of these monsters’ salaries, for ₦250,000. By August 2018, it’ll be 3 years since he’s been released but he’s still bedridden battling erectile dysfunction from the damage done to his spinal cord for a crime unknown.
How about a friend’s cousin who was apprehended at a suya joint for “owning gadgets and wearing clothings that were way beyond what a person of his age could afford” hence they tagged him a “Yahoo Boy”, bundled him inside their mini-van and he wasn’t released until 3 months later, all scarred and perforated, he died few weeks later.
I can, without mincing actions or events, narrate 20 ordeals that my mutual friends suffered from these public service thugs.
The unsual and unofficial law that permits them to operate in muftis is surely the dirt muddling the face of justice that these criminals deserve. With their names not engraved on their gabs, It’s hard to point out bad eggs as every heartless officer looks just like the other.
The silence on the brutish nature of SARS has been broken, with every victim taking to social media to narrate the ordeal suffered, you must also lend the campaign your voice.
Shout; If you can’t shout, talk; If you can’t talk; whisper; and if you can’t whisper, use sign languages but whatever you do make sure you’re lending voice to end the criminal organization called SARS.