A rush of blood to the head

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When I think of the phrase “a rush of blood to the head” I get into cold play. I think of split decision making…rash decisions taken at the spur of the moment without thinking through the implications. Things one finds oneself doing when one has one’s back against the wall…future regrets.

About a month ago I got my car impounded by the Police for driving on the wrong side of the lane. Yeah I know I messed up but think fuel scarcity and the NNPC Mega Filling Station in Central Area Abuja. I pleaded endlessly in a bid to wear them out to no avail (this technique has been known to work in the past with varying degrees of success as freeing you to get other fishes to fry appears sensible in the long run). They hit back with the “I no go school, I no sabi speak English, go see my Oga” tirade. I refused to give the bribe more so being very broke at the time and had to take in the intimidation, bullshit and all. In the end we headed to the station, I gave my statement, surrendered my keys and particulars and lost my car for the weekend. On Monday after some wait I got my car back without spending a dime through the Intervention of a senior uniformed officer of a parallel body. The car was released out of mutual respect between the officers.

Lesson learnt: One; Patience is a virtue. Two; runaway and live to fight another day. My annoyance at the rude manner in which I was accosted blinded me to the fact that a quick change of gears to reverse at the cock of their guns would have been all that was needed. Three; respect the wealth of experience rich elders. I had to endure being chided while a man to man talk did the trick.

A week or so after that it was the turn of the FRSC (Federal Road Safety Corps) to funk me up. This time I was not at fault per se. a Lady Road Marshal reproved me for intending to make a wrong turn, as I turned to obey her colleague intimidated me and I fell face flat into the trap. I challenged him aggressively for delaying me when I was just about to do right from wrong; he called for me to be dealt with for having the guts to talk back at him, and my attempt to dash away proved futile as I was chased back, baited and my tyre slightly deflated. A hot argument ensued, me being Mr I-know-my-rights and all. In the end I got slammed the monstrous dangerous driving fine for all my troubles.

Lesson learnt: The FRSC are in most cases cunts looking for a scapegoat. Be careful not to fall into their trap no matter how unprofessionally they try to cower you. Dot your Is, cross your Ts and all should be well with you.

Earlier this week being on the receiving end of an ongoing delay tactic and adjournment move I was at the Wuse High Court to witness a landlord-tenant case for my dad; with the only the thanks i got having to sit through a messy divorce hearing. The process was painfully slow as the cross examination of a witness had to be done at snail speed to allow the judge jot down notes as reference material to make for a better understanding of the issue to facilitate judgement. I might have seen too many movie court scenes courtesy Hollywood thus my high expectations were messed up. Could have sworned we would have done better with a shorthand typist or a computer. Funny still is Nigeria ready for the jury concept? Naturally in tune with boredom and hunger my mind wandered. I remembered the case of a bank debtor we had in Jos who took us to court. His statement spawned together with lots of falsehood and bogus claims. With accusing fingers pointed at me as prime aggressor for using the police to shake him up because of his perceived indifference to repaying his long overdue debt.

Lesson learnt: speaking from experience it’s not a crime to be in debt but it’s a crime not to be open about it. Pick your calls and make yourself accessible. Admit your default, explain your situation to your creditor pleading for time and by all means be proactive with a feasibility plan to come good in the shortest time possible. Challenges will eventually pass you by so there’s no need to soil your good name, or give people reason to question your integrity. Guard them jealousy as it may take a lifetime to get them back. Lastly when in disagreement necessarily put yourself in the other person’s shoes before you act. That way you get a holistic view of things with the way out being all the more clear.

Comments (15)

bro, you bin through some ish in abit. Are you even in this town? Beers tomorrow. Or better, lets throw rotten eggs at a few cops at junctions across the city! Lol. Nice read. Keep em coming.


Trae's got talent...i like this man. Kip it up.

When I say u'r my mentor I may not b far frm d bitter truth...Trae u 2 good u knw.,!

I guess we all pray that these people should do their jobs.They were only doing what they were paid to do.

Are we witnessing the return of the TRAEzured one to full time blogging?

Anyway on first sighting and then reading your latest posting, two thoughts first flashed to my mind. The first: is TRAE now a rock/Coldplay fan like me? Which came as an instant reponse to the title of your post. And secondly, the word Palaver. It was during my secondary school days, when I first read the usage of the word in the book, "Because I Was Involved" by C. Odumegwu-Ojukwu, that I learnt the word was actually of English or European origin than of Nigerian vernacular/pidgin English origin as I believed before I read that book.

The meaning of the word Palaver is somewhat but not totally different when used in when used in English language context than when used in local Nigerian language context, just as the spelling is. It's Palava in Nigerian local languages context. With these understood, you can now see the reason why it flashed to my mind. It is because my mind objected to calling what you went through, "Wahala" but rather saw it as a clear combined case of Palaver and Palava.

Indeed the two experiences surely leads to some vital lessons being learnt. Please bear with the Nigerian life!!!


Those guys are predators. They don't reason, and are simply out to get you on the slightest mistake you make. I've had my share of experiences with them, and I often leave wondering whether they have brains in their heads at all. Cos you can't reason with them. It's always this: you erred, how much do you have?

Spot on!! got some bells ringing in my head...keep it up.

ok.... now that some sense

Police....Road Safety....Court Session, three places you dont want to be caught in. Lol. Enjoyed this.


This remains one of the major reasons why I don't see myself ever learning to drive in this country. A rush of blood to the head in my case will MOST DEFINITELY = a burst blood vessel after 2 or 3 unjust harassment by these fools that call themselves FRSC people.

I just wonder when the police, army and traffic control departments will be sanitized of bloody illiterates and of course when we Nigerians will learn to obey traffic rules.

Even zebra crossings aren't obeyed in this yeye country. I tire oh!

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@Pal de Yugos: 1) I've never being a full time blogger. 2) I've always being a rock fan... :-)

@sylva and Udegbunam Chukwudi: nothing do una.

captivatin piece! i kept on readin cos i wantd 2 kno wat wud hapun nxt..nice 1 Trae!