From Roller Skating To Running From The Police

Disabled Parking Sign

The first time I was at Chris’ house chilling with a friend and then we decided we were going to go roller skating at Cascades so we went to Walmart to buy socks, as we didn’t have any. Chris parked in a disabled space, waiting for us outside (Why I do not know… I didn’t even realize at the time.) We were by the tills about to pay for the socks when we heard a policeman talking to the checkout girls about some guy that they were looking for. The police man was showing the girls somebody’s license and asking if they had seen the person. I didn’t think anything of it, until my friend whispered to me that it was Chris’ license. I thought that she must have got it wrong… after all we just left him in the car less than 20 minutes previously.

A Visit From The Nigerian Po-Po Ends At Ojodu Police Station

I didn’t know what to think feel or do. Stunned temporarily my senses came back to me and I grabbed the bloody t-shirts that lay strewn across the floor. The boys were headed out the door, trailing behind Musa. I jammed the T-shirts behind a sofa and ran out the door after them. As we approached the gate the din behind it grew louder. We all stood at a distance from the gate, on higher ground in the compound.

Pink Shirt Gangsterism

Camron wearing pink

The car pulls over. I don’t see the driver being signaled to the side of the road, but the next thing I know is he is looking all flustered and anxious. We ask him what is going on and he says that it is the police. I breathe a sigh of relief. If he was planning to do anything dodgy to us then this will surely make him rethink. They speak in Wolof to him and he starts rifling through his glove compartment.