I sent a support ticket to Yahoo! requesting they fix my blog. Like the last time. I got a run around message that says I should go do some more form filing from the page where I submitted the request.
Yahoo! I know you tag the web. Please fix my blog on your service. The address is www.efany.com/blog while waiting on them to do their magic I am posting my content to this makeshift blog.
Here is the update from my visits to the Police…
I was sitting outside the lab with Shem and two young men (19 years olds) as we talked about dancing. Michael Jackson is currency in my neighborhood. Just jam any MJ’s tracks. Slowly; obverse as people move. Most are tiny bursts. Some are mimes. Most display skills, additions and new steps. The talkative boy was trying to show us some back-slide moves when a car pulled up and parked facing the wrong direction on our side of the street.
My IPO, Mr. Obi reached out and picked up a child of about 14 months from the front passenger’s seat. As he approached us I whispered “It is the Police.” The boys froze for a minute. I could not see Shem’s face for his reaction. None of them said one more word. I spoke up and said “that baby should be riding in the backside in a car seat wearing the seat belt” what came out actually was “that baby is too fine. Where did you rent him?
They came up to us and I made to get the child. The child reached for me too. His dad said something like “Snake knows the Ground”. I nodded in agreement as the child reached to get back to his dad. Then I asked him why he was here. He said “Oga wan see una tomorrow”. I said “Time?” He said maybe around 12.
They soon departed. The boys hung out for a minute and decided to leave. So did Shem. I went back sampling the new joints. I did not bother to tell my Sis we were invited the next day. I told her much later.
As soon as everyone left I got a PMAN text message about a State Visit to the Commissioner of Police the next day by 2pm. We meet at 1pm at a location… name withheld. I called the Oshimili Chapter Chairperson to know why he chose that location. He explained it away. He was short on credit units he will send another text to included a new location.
I went to sleep tonight without blogging my experience. Another habit I have to fix. I can’t afford to start recreating my experiences off hand when I can document and reference them as I want. My daily writing is my register of Sorts. This register allows me to know where I have been and where I am headed.
Come Tuesday I updated FB and got responses. I left the postings to handle business.
As we were setting up for Brother Ben session to remix his tracks with live saxophone, and talking drum; my young friends from the previous day came by with a company. They met Jimi & I. After the introduction, I asked him to show me what he has. He started explaining… I cut him off by saying “How will you collect your millions when you are Center stage? Abeg U no wan Collect?” Everyone chorused “Na true O”.
In a minute the boy started dropping his rhymes when Ben and his crew showed up. We all soon joined in the flow. He had some tight flow… I can hear “Praise Him” in the kick.
We ushered Ben and his Crew into the lab for work. I was talking with the boys outside when 1k showed up. I refused to talk to him until he completed our sign in forms. I concluded talks with my new friend. I asked what he wanted help with. Like all music makers I speak with here… young and old. They all want me to be their manager… When the noise filters down they want me as their producer. It always sounds nice. Sadly, most of them are empty talks… I know for a fact it helps me understand my market better.
1k said he lost his father. He is the eldest child he becomes the head of the household. I could not pity him. I went into the Mode. I told him some Truths I have experienced. It was time to step up the game. He has been entrusted with responsibility. I drew the fine line of his father’s passing on and cutting music. They both are Creations’ doings… Both experiences make one reach a new higher ground of Aware. Where we drop below the radar and hit the ground running. After my long talk; I offered my Condolences. I advised he go take care of business first. But he should still hold music close to his heart. He had mentioned “I am confused”. Music will soothe that pain I said. Music will dull the pain and replace it with healing vibrations. I also told him. If he fine tuned his music to share his pain with society he would find his niche quickly.
As soon as I finished talking I thought he would leave taking the CD he dropped last Thursday. No way. He hands me some money saying he wants to add one of his jobs to my compilations and he would bring his other works by 4pm.
He went over and said his goodbye to the boys. They all know each other.
It was already about 12.35 when I realized the time. No calls from the Police. I went in to get ready. I left for my appointment. I made for the Commissioner’s event instead. I reasoned if they needed me at the Area Command IPO Obi would call.
PMAN met with the Police Commissioner. Who I met outside with my Chairman and we walked upstairs to a large crowd in front of his office. He stopped and gave solutions on his feet. He talked with a group while a large conference room was being setup. One of the folks interrupted the CP’s conversation. He got angry and lectured on Conduct. He even went on to refer to the IG’s queries if one of his men hits someone in a report. He said it though as if there was some form of justification to an officer assaulting a civilian because of rude language. Everyone agreed with him. Some tried to apologize on behalf to the “talker”. The CP said he was not angry but he is teaching the youth without proper home training.
In his office PMAN presented a letter to him. He offered us water. His office is a lot better than the one I was in earlier. It has been upgraded. This brother has taste. When he answered the short speech given by Tony Grey (Ozimba) the CP said he hoped PMAN was not trying to flatter him. I thought he was referring to me. Becoz the OPMAN PRO and I were busy taking pictures & videos non stop. The meeting was brief and we all took group poses.
Rule of Law was more of our conversation with the Commissioner. I agreed with him that we have always had the Rule of Law in our society. We had a way of check social deviant behaviors. Overall, our meeting with the CP was good.
While the rest of the group went to the Nigerian Labor Congress to visit; I headed for the Area Command.
As I walked thru’ the gate an Officer asked if my case was not over. I said no. But Police invited me becoz of a Mugu. I need to collect my dough from the Police for wasting my Time. We both laughed as I walked towards my IPO.
My IPO was seating with Mugu 13. He claims they have been waiting since. I asked for whom? He said me. So I told him I was with their Commissioner of Police. He said the CP traveled. I said oh yea. Who is this? Showing him the group poses. He asked “Did you go report us?”
Mugu 13 was reaching to see. I flicked the camera off. I waited… refusing to seat down.
About 40 minutes later. I told my IPO I needed to change my clothing. He said “What if Oga come back?” I said I will be back in about 30 minutes and I walked off.
I came back with my Sis & baby Onyeka. It was kind of colder now. I strapped the baby in my jacket for some body heat. His head was on my chest… slowly he went to sleep. We spent another 90 minutes before the Area Commander showed.
The AC treated one case on his feet. He said he was hungry and needed to take care of that business before anything.
As we waited two incidents happened with my IPO. One person came on foot asking my IPO for Obi himself. He dodged the questions then he sends the man to talk to Victor one of the officers. I saw him hand Victor some cash. I can’t tell how much. But as Victor looked up our eyes met. I didn’t see him again till we left.
The second guy came on a motorcycle. He was reporting theft that he helped carry out. He was here complaining because he was not paid. IPO Obi took him to the side as we all looked at ourselves every time he turned around. He came back and sat down saying “come back tomorrow morning”. The guy became louder. He said they used kerosene and painted the sign. When asked how much he thought Sign (Signage) it was sold for he said about N5,000.00. My IPO Mr. Obi repeated again… “come back tomorrow” before the guy left.
We waited again for about 50 minutes. This time I was dozing in a standing position. IPO Obi finally called our attention to say his Oga says he is aware of this case. He has instructed that the previous IPO report & case files be turned over. And we should reconvene the next day. I asked the time. He said 10am.
Let’s see what tomorrow brings… I only know it never comes.
