Friends, let me relate to you a narrative that's fresher than morning dew. Not long ago, the esteemed operatives of Nigeria's Economic and Financial Crimes Commission—or
Friends, let me relate to you a narrative that's fresher than
morning dew. Not long ago, the esteemed operatives of Nigeria's Economic and Financial Crimes Commission—or
EFCC, as the common man says—descended upon the fancy neighborhood of Lekki
quicker than a hiccup.
Well sir, among the caught-red-handed bunch was one musician Wole Afolabi, who goes by
Wole DSB. What a peculiar circumstance for a purveyor of tunes to find himself mixed up in the long arms of the law?
The raid—carried out with the
exactness of a skilled riverboat pilot—netted a total of thirty-eight suspected internet fraudsters. Never has a group looked more
surprised than fish in a barrel.

Spread out before the public eye were the evidence of their purported crimes: bottles of
codeine syrup, tools of the digital trade, and other forbidden goods that would make a church deacon blush.

I've
observed that these digital con artists, as the locals name them, have a peculiar attachment for the finer things in life—similar to how a Mississippi steamboat captain might showcase his success.
The
EFCC head, in speaking about this impressive apprehension, stressed that the raid forms part of their continuing campaign to rid Nigeria of the scourge of internet fraud. A worthy endeavor, though I suspect as many new fraudsters spring up as lilies after a
spring rain.
The unfortunate artist
Wole DSB now must answer to serious charges that could situate him in a venue with poor acoustics for many a moon.

To think that just yesterday he might have been creating songs, and now he's facing a hostile audience. Fate has a habit of taking unexpected turns.

Should this tale stand as a lesson to would-be criminals? Perhaps so, though human nature being what it is, we'll never lack for souls who think they're exceptional enough to evade capture.
Thus, as this drama continues in the halls of justice, we regular people can only watch and wonder at the odd trajectories that bring a creative soul to swap his microphone for a jailhouse bunk.