They whispered conspiratorially to the senior police officer and he whispered orders back to them. After what seemed an interminable wait, the senior police officer told me that on election day, policemen had been made to frog-jump in Ogoni and there had been disturbances. That did not impress him. He then told me that I was under arrest. I thanked him for the information.
Injustice stalks the land like a tiger on the prowl.
To be at the mercy of buffons is the ultimate insult. On hand to guard me at the clinic were six armed men of the police mobile force who were there 24 hours a day. Each watch lasted 12 hours, sometimes 24. I noticed that they were not fed throughout, and often had to find them funds to assist with their meals. It was not so funny, this detention , in which I had to feed myself, buy my own medicine, fed my guards, and hope for the best.