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The Advocate by Roselyn Sho – Olajide.

One look at the stick, and Tessa’s heart flipped several times. She felt as if she was mull kicked in the gut; she was instantly nauseous and fought hard to hold down the breakfast she had not too long ago. How could this be happening to her? She tried to clear the fog in her head and think clearly. To think of the next line of action now that the stick she was looking at had double lines. Tessa wasn’t crying, but she felt this overwhelming tightness in her throat that almost choked her. She desperately wished it was a nightmare that would end as soon as she opened her eyes. She pinched herself several times to be certain it was happening and that she was not dreaming. This was her first semester at the University. How will she explain to her parents and to everyone that cared to listen that she only did it once? That she did it out of curiosity because she had heard so much about it from friends and wanted to explore it. She wanted to be a part of the moving train and didn’t want to be left behind because she felt as though she was the only girl in the university who was yet to do it and it made her feel odd. She met Dede barely two months after she resumed school, and they kicked it off instantly. Just four months in school and she was holding the stick that would steer the course of her life in what direction? She couldn’t tell. Dede came around to see her at noon and she told him about the pregnancy. He knew he was responsible and didn’t try to deny the glaring fact. But he felt that at 19 years, he was too young to be a father and she, at 17 years might not even survive the woes that come with childbirth. The only option was to “flush it”. It was barely a month old and was not yet a human being and it should be flushed out before it eventually became a human being. They agreed she would find out the cost of the abortion, and Dede would give her part of the money; she would complete whatever was left with her money and go for it. Her conscience kept judging her; she just couldn’t bring herself to do it. She kept contemplating for over a week and had finally resolved to just do it so that she would get it done with and face her studies. A sigh came from her broken heart, a sigh filled with fear about what was coming grew with every passing hour, every passing day and so was the baby inside her womb. She was on her way to the clinic to make inquiries when she passed by a book stand and a book caught her attention. She moved closer and picked it up to take a closer look at it. The title was The Atonement Child by Francine Rivers. Out of curiosity, she purchased the book. She read the first page and found it intriguing and turned round and went back to the hostel to read the book. The desire to eat or do anything else faded as soon as she started reading the book. Her roommate, Dona returned from lectures in the afternoon and noticed how Tessa was engrossed with the book but refrained from asking since Tessa had built an impenetrable wall around her for the past few days, and Dona had decided to keep her distance. When Dona woke up in the morning, she met a smiling Tessa, “Good morning, Dona. Sorry for my behavior lately.” A bewildered Dona could only stare. She was awed at the instant transformation. “I think I have found the solution to my problem,” An elated Tessa told Dona. “Where? What problem?” “In the book I started reading yesterday morning right into this morning” “What was the book about?” Dona asked, still not sure what Tessa was talking about “The book centers on unwanted pregnancy and abortion. The character Dynah, a young Bible college student got pregnant when she was raped. Family and friends wanted her to abort, even her fiancé. Her school threatened to expel her unless she looked for a way of getting rid of the pregnancy. She later got to know that her mother, too, had an abortion before conceiving her and even her grandmother. She resolved to have her baby come what may because every child is a gift and has a purpose in life. The circumstances of conception might be wrong, but the child is innocent.” Dona listened raptly as Tessa told her about the book. “I want to keep my baby too, Dona” That was how Dona who had no idea Tessa was pregnant got to know about Tessa’s predicament. Dede did not want to have anything to do with neither the baby nor Tessa. He turned to a complete stranger overnight one Tessa didn’t recognise at all and Tessa was left to fight the battle alone. She summoned courage and told her parents about the pregnancy and they were very disappointed. Her father threatened to disown her for bringing such humiliation to the family, but her mother pleaded and stood by her until she had her son. It was strenuous combining school, pregnancy, plus blows thrown at her from her course mates through words that made her lose her self-esteem. Almost everyone thought she was foolish for accepting to have a child out of wedlock and at such a tender age when she could simply “flush it out” and concentrate on her studies. The arrangement she had with her parents was for her to give up the child for adoption as soon as she was delivered of the child. She fell in love with the baby who was dark-skinned, weighed 3.5kg with a head filled with the blackest hair she had ever seen, the moment she had him. She

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We Need More Advocates To Check Rogue Police Officers.

“This is unacceptable, how can you subject people to this kind of torture all in the name of National ID card? And you are all here collecting N500 and N1000 from poor travellers who don’t have a national ID card.” ~Borno State Governor, Babagana Zulum. Last week, Governor Babagana Zulum was forced to express his displeasure at the misconduct of security operatives along the Maiduguri-Damaturu highway where thousands of travellers were stranded at a checkpoint while the soldiers and police officers extorted hapless commuters. The reactions to the tweet I read were even more disheartening. Hassan M Kabir tweeting @Hassan_m_kabeer narrated his own experience as he replied that “I have witnessed same along Maiduguri-Dikwa-Gamboru road where Soldiers and Immigrations torture and collect money(500) from travellers that don’t have National I.D card and collect 1000 from foreigners that have int’l passports with visas too. While another person @MBMAMMAN1 stated that “ In Baga ( lake Chad area) soldiers have displaced civilians and become middlemen in the business of smoke fish where they make huge profits. These soldiers will never wish to see the end of Boko Haram”. Sad tales which have become all too familiar among Nigerians. Never mind that the entire North-East zone is conflict-ridden, it has also turned into a major source of filthy lucre for many politicians, government workers and civil society organisations. Some Nigerians just couldn’t care less about the situation, their corrupt practice must be carried on regardless. And the biggest culprits are police officers. Ours is a police force that has been labelled the most corrupt institution in the country. A 2019 survey by SERAP revealed among other things that “a bribe is paid in 54 per cent of interactions with the police”. With a 63 per cent probability that an average Nigerian is asked to pay a bribe on each interaction with the police. Putting it starkly, two out of three persons are likely to part with money on any dealings with the police. Ordinary Nigerians attempting to make precarious ends meet as petty traders, commercial vehicle drivers are accosted on a daily basis by armed police officers who demand bribes from them. These daylight robberies are mostly perpetrated at illegal checkpoints littered along our roads. This unchecked menace is such that the average Nigerian especially the mobile young men anticipate a raw deal from the police each day. As one who has a life injury from police brutality, I sometimes skip armed robbers but never forget to include protection against “bad policemen” in my prayers whenever I hit the highway. Oh Yes, because the probability of meeting bad policemen on the highway is a certainty. Many of us have been pulled over at a police checkpoint for driving in a car considered too fanciful by a police officer. You can be arrested for owning a smartphone, a laptop or for your hairstyle, hell you can even be pulled over for having a beautiful partner on the passenger’s seat. It is unfathomable that in 2020 a police officer could raise a weapon because of a fifty naira bribe but it is still a daily occurrence and we only get to read about the ones that turned tragic. Nigerians on the streets can tell you that the social media narrative and reactions to these illegalities are somewhat a simplified, perhaps even oversimplified representation of a deeper problem because truth be told, our policemen commit murder daily. A trip to any Special Anti-Robbery Squad headquarters will leave you shaken by the palpable atmosphere of visceral pain, torture and horror. Successive IGPs assume duties with a maiden announcement on the abolition of illegal checkpoints yet these national eyesores remain along our highways. Over the yuletide, many people posted updates on the number of checkpoints between Lagos and Onitsha. Some counted 40, others 50 and even 60 but none less than 40. That works out to about one checkpoint per 15 kilometres even though a lot of these checkpoints are ridiculously located within a kilometre of each other. Of particular note is the Benin axis where members of the SARS have gained international notoriety for abducting commuters at gunpoint and extorting huge sums from them. Countless incidents have been exposed with shocking revelations that some of these rogue officers have pos machines on the highway. A few times the police have been forced to act. However, informing Nigerians through informal tweets that an incident is being investigated is not enough. There is practically no punishment for errant officers as we rarely hear of any prosecution except for the few cases that gained national attention. Nigerians want them prosecuted and punished accordingly. Undoubtedly our police force is understaffed, undertrained and definitely ill-equipped to handle the pressure of securing 200m lives. Nevertheless, this institutional dysfunction has not prevented them from establishing an elaborate and organised hierarchy of corruption via unrecorded ‘returns’. I wonder who trained them in virtual bookkeeping and cloud computing. An ex-police officer once told me that reforming the police should start with the police college where cadets are informally coached in methods of intimidation and extortion. You can see that we are dealing with an inveterate problem here. At the peak of the public outcry against police brutality in August 2018, Vice President Yemi Osinbajo ordered the reformation of SARS. Yet almost 2 years on all these directives have amounted to nothing. This situation cannot and should not continue deteriorating. Some have argued that the crime rate on our roads dropped because of the presence of policemen. But this is very much debatable, as we cannot point to any statistics that support this claim. What’s more, our roads are rarely devoid of roadblocks so how can we possibly make a valid evaluation of the crime rates? While there are innumerable postulations on how best to reform the police little emphasis have been placed on advocacy which is a crucial ingredient in this battle. Many of the bad officers who besmirch the image of the police are emboldened by

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