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BADOO! As Gory As The Name By Sanni K. Yussuf

 “Hello, I saw a job advert somewhere in Ikorodu where I picked this telephone line,” I said.

“Yeah, that’s correct. Are you interested?” An unknown voice answered me.

“What kind of a job is it? What is the name of your company? And what do you deal in?” I asked a variety of questions a reasonable job seeker should be particular about.

“Don’t worry. I can assure you, you will like it when you get to us. It is a very nice job with a lucrative pay.” He replied, smiling.

Apparently, the man had been well tutored in human relations and customer care service, hence a strategy making the job real. I pressured to know the nature of the job. But he, in a cool, friendly voice, insisted that until we saw each other, there was no need unveiling it.

“Okay, where is the place and when am I expected to be there? I inquired.

He described where I would meet him, but I can’t remember any longer. It’s been a while. We had a date, but I didn’t show up. The pay whose figure I can’t remember again almost got me hypnotised into the cloudy  merchandise, but the non-disclosure of the company’s name, what it was dealing in etc. pissed me off. So I didn’t bother calling the line again.

If the badoo fallout had been in existence as at then, I could have suspected some shady deal. Maybe the advert was to get recruits as now rumoured; maybe not. If it was, that was the simple way I could have been lured in. All thanks to Allah for not making me an avariciously desperate job seeker. Alhamdu lillaah!

So when the true meaning of the name, badoo began to rear its ugly head in the so-saddening form of carnivoracity where the human flesh became a delicacy, the premier bearer made a swift retraction of the egregious appellative. It startles, jestingly, that out of so many beautiful words in the English lexicon, the adjective, ‘bad’ with an added two-letter suffix could be chosen for a brand. I hope the guy would have learnt his lessons big time. Next time, he would rather choose to bear ‘goodoo’ than ‘badoo’.

The badoo killer-gang seemed to have forcefully sheathed its murdering sword when Ikorodu residents took the bull by the horn by rotationally, sleeplessly securing themselves – a risky gesture which resulted in the lynching of some suspected persons who could either be culpable or innocent. A couple of weeks later when nerves were already calm and the civilian-vigilantes had relaxed believing that the killing menace had bidden farewell, the murderer-merchants struck again.

Badoo assailants are not thieves, neither are they robbers. They are ruthless killers, murderers, cutthroats, butchers, massacrers, homicides and suckers of human blood. They break people’s heads using hard stones. What for? Only the evil doers can appositely answer. Sometimes they make away with some body parts of the victims. Obviously, no one does that except a ritualist. Badoos make their bodies slippery with engine oil to prevent handy apprehension.

In what seemed like the badoo style was what recently transpired in my area on Thursday 10th August 2017. On my late return from a very hectic journey, a call rang my phone around 10pm. The caller whispering his message signalled a hint that all wasn’t well. I was informed of a strange guy who had hidden somewhere in the community waiting for darkness to take over the sky before his deed could be carried out. Being the secretary of the Community Development Association, I snappily alerted members of the CDA through the telephone directory I had with me. In a short while, the brave ones had converged at a designated area. To track the intruder, strategies were mapped out by the battle-ready civilians. But unknown to all, the stranger had jumped over the fence into a compound, perhaps his targeted point. On getting to the spot where he initially hid, we found nothing but his tools. That was a pointer that the information was real. We therefore rounded up the building with some making it into the compound. Unfortunately, the bushiness therein cum that of the next resident-less compound rendered our efforts abortive. He escaped. So painful.

In a detailed narrative, those who saw the guy said he came in a black jeep-car. He alighted holding a bag while the car zoomed off. Suspiciously, that was very similar to the badoo style. We later found that the bag was a brand new white sack. Obviously, the sack was to pack what he came for, maybe body parts. Conversely, seeing a hammer as part of the tools suggested that he might be a mere burgler or an armed robber, even though some were of the opinion that perhaps the badoo slayers had changed their style from using a stone to using a sledge hammer.

It was rumoured that certain business moguls and monarchs are the masterminds of the badoo anathema, one of whom was the arrested though later released Alhaji Alaka, owner of a gigantic filling station and a gargantuan event centre at Sabo, Ikorodu, Lagos. According to him, the two projects gulped a whooping #3b. In a short video which went virile on social media, armed policemen led by the Lagos State Commissioner of Police visited a shrine owned by Alaka. The pagan-Alhaji may have no hand in the badoo imbroglio, but the awful, appalling shrine which had four graveyards therein calls for suspicion and should be painstakingly investigated. What are in those graves? If they are humans, who were they to him? Why bury them in a shrine located in a jungle? Why not choose a cemetery, or bury them where people could clearly see? Where are the death certificates of the corpses in those graves?

The Nigerian government needs to do uprooting of those death huts. Maybe the contents are even different. In this era when raw cash are kept in holes, bushes etc., those graves may rather contain ammunition or human body parts. The Nigeria police should act fast if truly they hadn’t sold out to the mess.

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