Ladies and gentlemen, let me tell you a story that's more current than tomorrow's newspaper. In recent hours, the esteemed operatives of Nigeria's Economic and Financial Crimes Commission—or EFCC, as the common man says—swooped down on the high-falutin' neighborhood of Lekki quicker than a hiccup.
Well sir, among the caught-red-handed bunch was one musician Wole DSB Afolabi, who is known in musical circles as Wole DSB. Wouldn't you know it for a man who creates melodies to find himself tangled in the unforgiving clutches of the law?
The surprise visit—executed with the careful planning of a Swiss watchmaker—netted a total of thirty-eight suspected internet fraudsters. They were gathered up like autumn leaves in October.Laid bare before the cameras were the proceeds of their alleged wrongdoings: bottles of codeine syrup, suspicious devices, and other contraband that would make a church deacon blush.
I've noticed that these digital con artists, as people thereabouts term them, have a peculiar fondness for the finer things in life—much like how a Mississippi steamboat captain might flaunt his prosperity.
The EFCC big fish, in addressing this notable catch, stressed that the operation forms part of their ongoing efforts to purify Nigeria of the pestilence of internet fraud. That's mighty righteous, though I reckon as many new swindlers emerge as mosquitoes in a swamp.
The musician Wole DSB now confronts serious charges that could situate him in a venue with poor acoustics for many a moon.
To think that in recent times he might have been creating songs, and presently he's singing a different tune. Fortune has a manner of taking unexpected turns.
In the event this story stand as a lesson to would-be criminals? Perhaps so, though people being people, some will always exist who believe they're exceptional enough to evade capture.
Thus, as this saga continues in the halls of justice, we common folks can only look on and ponder at the strange journeys that lead a man of music to trade his stage for a jailhouse bunk.
