ROTTEN GOLDEN EGGS
I killed my Commander. It was not intentional, however, he deserve to die.
My name is Ochocho Ocheni some people call me chop-double while others call me stone-face because I hardly laugh. Nothing amuses me enough to make me smile. I was one of the police recruits mass recruitment of 2009. I was initially rejected because I did not meet the Educational qualification and height required, but I was able to oil my way to the training School because there is a saying that with proper negotiation “Devil can enter heaven” I spent few weeks in the training School before I absconded. I came back to participate in the pass out parade and collected my kits and get my posting to Anambra State.
For the first six months when I reported at my new station, I was not paid Salary, I almost starved to death before an opportunity presented itself for me to sell a police pistol. I was on Night duty when an Officer submitted his pistol at the counter after his duty tour. The Armourer who was supposed to vide the entry of the return of the pistol failed to do so. That officer was eventually dismissed from the force when he could not account for the arm I collected and sold.
In 2012 I trained at Gwoza Mobile Police Base. There I made up my mind that I must become very rich in the force. I observed that Mobile Police men enjoy more privileges than the Conventional Police men. When on special duty the mobile police men are assigned a Rifle that will be with them throughout the period of the special duty. Hence the bad ones engaged themselves in illegal activities when deployed to troubled areas with those Rifles. I was on such stop and search with two others when we discovered a huge some of money with a motorist. We killed him and share the money among ourselves. Weeks after this incident, Nonso who bought a car with his share of the money died in a lone fatal accident. While Jamiu the second member of the group is presently at Uselu Psychiatric hospital receiving treatment for mental illness.
Police have carried out various verification exercises. Have I been lucky or smart enough to scale through the exercises? There is a saying that “when you are ready to dance you can always get somebody to drum band for you.
I am now on death-row at Kirikiri Prison. You need to be in this condemned criminal cell awaiting death by hanging like myself and others to appreciate the sweet experience of staying alive. In this condemned cell every second you stay alive is a privilege. The anxiety and fear of death on the eyes of all of us here any time the executioners approaches our cell is enormous. Like I said at the beginning of this story about the issue that causes me to kill my Commander, our unit was at Petroleum protection task force special duty at Oghara. My Unit Commander shot his pistol at me when I demanded my share of the “roger” Petrol Vander’s we arrested paid us. I asked him “Oga give me my share of the money Abi na ya salary? I was able to disarm him when he shot at me and I killed him.
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