With my engine still on, I held out a little longer in the car attending to a client on the phone.
I alighted after the call and engaged Joshua, my personal assistant in a conversation, just under two minutes we were pounced on by four strapping men in bulletproof vests menacingly brandishing guns, as they bawl and bluster in demand of our phones.
They had disembarked from a Land Cruiser, one out of a motorcade of five that had pulled up to a screeching halt, blocked my car, and surrounded my premises as two police officers leaped out wielding AK47 assault rifles.
For a moment I fell into a light trance and it seemed we were on a set of an action film, an insistent and peremptory request from them to me — to get into the vehicle broke my reverie.
The main gate to my premises was cracked open, I was escorted into the house and the swooping began.
During the poke about, I queried what they were after, I got a question for an answer — Do you own a weapon? I will be amazed if someone like you doesn’t have one, he babbled out.
My response was dissenting, he impressed on me how crucial his query was but my riposte had no revision.
Professionalism gave in to overzealousness when a member of the sleuths pulled out their phone as if they were receiving a call and stole a shot of me in handcuffs. I patiently await the publication of the photograph.
I was ushered back into the vehicle after the raid and the anterior of my premises had been besieged to make way for our exit, I asked their identity and in a haughty response, I learned they were BNI operatives.