The Last Time I Was Robbed
The last time I was robbed was on the 3rd of January 2014 in Onitsha, Anambra State. It was getting to the end of my holiday in Nigeria and that day I had attended a traditional wedding ceremony at Oraifite with my mother. As we entered Onitsha around 6.00 p.m., the chauffeur pleaded with my mother to take over the wheel as he needed to be on his way home to his family. Mum agreed. He parked in front of a small market and got off the vehicle. I alighted from the back and occupied the front passenger seat. It took my mother a short while to gather herself together. As soon as she got down from the back seat, a commercial motorcycle whose two occupants wore fez caps blocked her from entering the driver’s seat.
“Madam, give us what you have.” The rough voice riding the motorcycle said.
I immediately knew they were robbers. Poor Mother – with a DNA ingrained with an unshakable belief in the goodness of every human being she comes across in life – did not realize so.