Street fighting in Ojodu Lagos

Lagos Street Street fighting in Ojodu Lagos

It was my second night in Nigeria and the first in Ojodu, Lagos. After the excitement of the night before we decided to have a quiet night in. It was a lazy day and the five of us, that is me Kenneth, Chijioke, Nwoye and Nebechi were there lolling about on the sofa laughing about a girl that a guy we all know was going out with. Kenneth was telling the story about her shopping spree in Atlanta and how the girl was demanding to buy everything in the shop, not with her own money of course,

“And can you imagine this chick wanted to buy a $500 dollar bikini? With who’s money? I couldn’t believe my eyes, and that one was just following her around not saying anything.”

He must’ve repeated the scenario a few times and every time we would cackle wildly holding our stomachs as if being preyed upon by ritualists about to steal our organs. It was about 7 or so when Chijoke and Nebechi left in the middle of gisting to head to a shop a few streets away to buy turkey for that evening’s meal. About 15 minutes after they left Kenneth’s mobile phone rang. I could sense the panic in his voice straight way,

“WHAT?”

“Where?”

“Don’t worry, we’re coming.”

Kenneth scrambled to find his shoes and car keys which lay on the table at the centre of the room Nwoye asked him what had happened,

“We have to go now.”

As we dashed behind him, headed to the front door I began to probe further,

“Where are they? What’s happened?” Did the car break down?”

In between screaming at Musa to open the gate and getting into the car he explained that he didn’t know exactly what had happened, but knew from the sounds that he had heard and the raised voices that there was trouble.

We drove to the street where they had gone to buy the turkey in silence, the only sounds coming from the car earnestly trying to navigate the rough terrain.

On arrival outside the meat shop we approached what looked like a mob scene. I quickly scanned the crowd and saw Chijioke and Nebechi standing tall above the rest, both wearing light-coloured t-shirts drenched in blood. They generally appeared uninjured as they were moving around freely and confronting the mob with vigour, so it was unclear as to who the blood belonged to and how it got on their T-shirts.

In the midst of this entire fracas they had been unable to leave because the car would not start. They had apparently tried to escape the mob, as we later found out but were impeded by the car’s breakdown; hence we were called to the rescue.

It was like a scene out of a movie. I was wide eyed and incredulous at the situation that I had found myself in but strangely enough I felt no fear. I had an overwhelming desire to laugh. It just did not seem real to me, but I didn’t want to appear crazy or trivialising the matter so I put on a hard faced steely glare.

On seeing their brothers surrounded Kenneth and Nwoye spun into the action trading insults with the crowd and throwing random punches and kicks. I heard muddled cries of,

“You stupid woman!”

“Leave my brother!”

No sooner as they had delved in I saw Chijoke by my side, souped eyes, body pumped with adrenalin.

He started to meddle in the front of the car and I was instructed to pump the gas pedal in a bid to get the car started. It must have taken only a few minutes, but in a situation like that it felt like eternity. I waited in the driver’s seat with my foot on the gas pedal while Chijioke mobilised his brothers. They headed to the car still angry and trading insults. I hopped in the back seat and we sped off the few blocks to the house.

I could have never imagined such drama could emerge from what had previously been a wonderful evening. In the car the story was recounted for us by Chijioke and Nebechi,

“You see eh, that woman she thinks that I am Nwoye because we are twins so whatever she thought that he had done before she now took out on me, and the boy that started, is her brother. So from the minute we saw them they were ready to start something. Can you imagine we went to park and that small boy had the effrontery to stand in front of the car? He then put his hand to his head to signify that we are crazy.”

“Can you imagine we are trying to park and this boy is refusing to move? I did his own movement back to him and shouted from the window, “you dey craze?” This made him go berserk and so he now hit the car and I had to get out and deal with him. I pushed him and next thing I know he is in the gutter. When he gets up blood is pouring from his he-”

“I now got out of the car because I saw the blood and wanted to make sure the guy was alright only to have this fool head butt my stomach and rub his head into my T-Shirt. I was trying to pull him off and explain that I wasn’t trying to fight him when he reached for my chain and yanked it off. That got me mad!”

“So from Chijoke he now charges me, so both of us have this guy’s blood all over us and by now his sister, the one in the purple wrappa has come around and she is shouting and screaming that we are killing her brother. When she comes up into my face she starts screaming, “So it’s you, today you go see fi-ya,” I don’t even know this woman but I know she must have mistaken me for Nwoye. So from there she starts screaming that I stepped on her generator. So now it’s a family affair and everybody is crowding around. Some people know us so they are on our side and then all the boys family members just see blood and go crazy.”

“I’m so mad. Look at my brand new T shirt that I didn’t even get to profile in the club with. Look at my chain that he broke. I swear if I see that guy again – This isn’t over.”
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Back in the compound Chjioke was getting heated. He remembered that the boy had told him that he hoped that his father was rotting in hell,

“And see everyone around here knows my dad, so he knows he has passed and he still opened his mouth to say it. I swear if I catch him.”

He was going over and over it in his mind and was getting into fight mode. Nwoye told him to come inside and to leave it for another day.

In the main front room the boys peeled off their top. About an hour after we had planned our turkey dinner and we were still turkeyless, but hunger wasn’t of the utmost importance. Everyone was recounting their own version of what had taken place and Chijoke was ribbing me for being frighted,

“I just looked into your eyes eh, and you looked like you wanted to cry.”

Everyone started laughing.

In thie midst of this we hear a heavy thudding at the side door. Kenneth opened it and Musa the gateman stood before us breathless and speaking hurridely,

“Oga people here to see you. Police and many many people.”

Comments

  1. Aritul says:

    Very exciting. Hope everything worked out in the end.

  2. Wow, that sounds so crazy! I saw a machete fight in the street where I live once, but I don’t think it compares to your story!

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