The man shared his story on a well known Nigerian website, Laila, clarifying how he was completely embarrassed and abused by cops.
Below is the story he shared:
My name is Benjamin Ogunbodede and I work in the TV/Film creation organization. I
keep in touch with question the way I was dealt with by a few individuals from the Nigerian Police on Ajuwon street the night of fifteenth - sixteenth July 2015.
I was heading back home from work around 10.30pm when I was halted by the police at an arbitrary checkpoint at the intersection that prompts my road. I simply moved from Ogudu Lagos to this zone in the month of March; along these lines, I am under 6 months old here.
These cops were not wearing the standard police uniform, rather they wore MOBILE POLICE POLO shirt. They requesting that I stop my auto, and I did. I was requested my drivers permit and auto records, and I obliged. They promote asked for that I open my boot for checking, and I comply.
The following thing, they got some information about my association with the woman that was in the auto with me. I really gave her a lift to some place near her destination. I let them know I was simply giving her a lift since I was going in the same bearing. To my most noteworthy astonishment, the officer and one of his associates said I ought to be taken to authority for "human trafficking/grabbing." I remained there in absolute stun and each endeavor to talk myself out of the charges failed to receive any notice.
I was requested that get into my auto and drive to the police headquarters (Ajuwon, Ogun state). I begged them to permit me ring my family, yet I was denied. Or maybe, they grabbed all my own possessions and the woman in my auto was taken in the police watch transport.
When I got to the station an officer by the name Yusuf requested that check my portable PC and telephones to get something implicating. He checked and thought of nothing by any means, and afterward he and this different associates requested my vehicle records once more. They filtered and skimmed through until they concocted something in my vehicle archive. They blamed me for taking the auto since I have an alternate plate enrollment number. I said the previous proprietor needed to have his plate number back since it was enlisted in his name, so I needed to roll out an improvement of possession, police report and another number plate. That clarification didn't fly with them moreover.
Next they said the woman that was in the auto with me at the time said she is a s*x vendor and I was taking her home for the night, and I guaranteed to pay her N8, 000. I said it's not genuine that if the woman truly said that I might want her to look at me without flinching and say it while am there. Rather, I got another charge, which is infidelity (I am unmarried). They said, "fellow leave story and settle us or you will be here longer than you can ever envision." I asked what the settlement was and I was told N50, 000. I said there was no chance I have hack out such cash when I didn't do anything they have charged me for. My reaction made them be called unprintable names like "omo beer, oloriburuku and so forth." and I got bolted up.
Couple of hours after the fact, my oppressors in uniform (in spite of the fact that, on this pivotal night they all picked not to wear their garbs presumably so that the persecuted residents won't have the capacity to name them) got me out of the cell and again inquired as to whether I was prepared to settle, I said I can't pay that sort of cash. So they began different jokes, they requesting that I compose an announcement, and amazingly they needed me to compose what they directed and not the TRUTH. I was even requested to record my record parity in the wake of seeing explanations of my record on my telephone, the amount I acquire and what sort of loft I live.
To stop this epistle of my experience with the general population who are intended to ensure and keep up lawfulness, around 5.30am they returned for me in the cell again and inquired as to whether I was making the most of my new hotel. I needed to beseech them to release me since I had a test slated for 8am that morning. I consented to pay N10, 000 and one of them rapidly got an "okada" in the compound and we rode to an ATM machine (Sterling bank, Ajuwon street) to pull back the cash, and after that back to the station. I filled their safeguard structure and every one of my properties was discharged to me. The officers on obligation ensured I didn't get the DPO's contact points of interest glued on the dividers of the station.
I am profoundly tormented by the coldhearted treatment I got from these rouges called Officers of the law, and I won't rest until equity is served as needs be. We can't proceed with like this and expect a phenomenal change that we as a whole sing.
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