''The Unthinkable'' continued...

As I got home, clinging on to a half drank bottle of Jack Daniel and singing P.squares’s ‘’Chop my money’’ the national anthem for the average Lagos inoxicatee . Struggling out of my ‘oyinbo’ friend Keith’s car, I gave him a classic drunken wave good night and headed to my gate which kind of looked wider than usual. I guess since this story is about my experience through the eyes of the ’Oga at the top’ of kidnapping in the world, I will skip the part of falling down the stairs and just go straight back to Ariel’s abode, which was where I appeared when I hit the foot of my stairs.

Gina Dejesus was so frightened at my outstretched hand that I suddenly felt like a slave master in a sugar-Cain plantation somewhere in Alabama, I even had a southern accent weirdly. I tried to convince the petrified youngster that my intentions were nothing but noble... however, the more words came out of my mouth her fears seem to increase and struggling to sound nice with my newly acquired Dolly Parton’s thug cousin lingua made me look more like Oga Ariel.

Like a lady who just found out in a Bollywood movie that her fiancé has a fiancée, I ran out of the cursed habitat onto its front portico where I stood and looked round at people who seem to be moving on with their lives, not knowing there are people just a few metres away entrapped, caged and tortured daily by a mad man. 

Ariel could be amongst us

I guess westernization breeds neglect. To be civil in today’s ‘modern society’ means totally minding our business and not caring to stop and ask the people around us what they are going through. 

Believe it or not, I have personally saved many young girls from early pregnancy because I stopped to ask with an older brother’s voice ‘what the hell’ she is doing at this dark corner with that boy. In fact I have a no nonsense reputation where I live and teenagers no longer hang around carelessly with their little girlfriends since my bedroom window overlooks the street below.  We are in Africa and if you do see my daughter at a dodgy corner, pull her ear and send her back home to me for further debriefing. 

In many European cities, American cities and even now in Nigeria, people are moving too fast to catch up with work, appointments, life generally... We are too busy to take one second and look at what the man beside us is facing

With all the CIA, FBI, Cleveland Police, neighbours, family and friends in that country, America failed to notice, America failed to see the signs, they failed to be their brother’s keeper because they are too civilised to pay attention. I am sure these three young women made many efforts over ‘ten years’ to get somebody to take a moment and look their way, all to no avail for ‘Civilization sake.

To all the police officers who received complaints from Ariel’s neighbours and failed to do proper follow-ups, FUCK YOU very much!

Please excuse my language people... remember, I am still at the foot of my stairs, this has all been a revelation from the sub-f**ked up mind of an angry writer... Ten years mannn... That’s a full lifetime of marriage in Hollywood.