Tuesday, 2 September 2014

‘I use the axe for cutting victims who fail to cooperate’ – 20-year-old robber

A 20-year-old suspected robber who allegedly operated on some streets in Mushin, Lagos has been arrested by the Lagos State Police Command The suspect identified as  Olalekan Ajibola, was first arrested by the Olosan Police Division, Mushin before his case was transferred to the Special Anti-Robbery Squad, Ikeja, according to reports from Punch. It was learnt that  one of suspect's victims  had tipped-off the police on the suspect's activities.

It was further gathered that around 3am on the fateful day, Ajibola had gone to Ogungbe's residence on Folarin Street, Mushin and had attempted to break open the door with his axe. Ogungbe's wife  was said to have raised the alarm, while the husband called the police from the Olosan division who came to arrest the suspect.

Ajibola, who hails from Abebi in Ibadan, Oyo State, told PUNCH Metro that an axe was his only weapon for robbery, adding that he had operated with it on five different occasions, hacking uncooperative victims. He said, "I do not live with my parents. They are divorced. My father is a commercial driver in Lagos. He shuttles between the Oyingbo and Bariga areas. He also does building contractor jobs. My mother, however, lives in Ibadan. She is mentally sick and is confined to the house. She was formerly a chemist but she stopped working when she fell sick. "I learnt to rob while in Oyingbo. When I go out for operations, I carry my axe. I have operated with it on five different occasions.

When I enter houses, I ask people for money, phones and other valuables. If they resist, I will hack them with the axe. I use the axe for cutting victims who resist." Ajibola added that he took to robbery because of poverty and that there were four other members in his gang. He said, "I was brought up in a hard way. That is why I also don't dress well. I rob in order to survive. I eat at any restaurant I find myself. I sneak in and out of them to have my meals. My father does not know or care where I am. It was only my mother who took care of me initially. "My father left my mum when her mental sickness started. Since then, I had been wandering around till I got to Lagos. I was learning work before in Ibadan. I also sold clothes. I attended a primary school in Ibadan. That was the only education I had."

The Lagos State Deputy Police Public Relations Officer, Lelma Kolle, said he would get back to our correspondent, but he had yet to do so as of press time.

{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{ VERDANT STORIES SECTION YOU CAN SKIP READING THIS SECTION TITLE>>>>>>FORBIDDEN CONTINUED FROM 02/SEPTEMBER/2014 The Whiteman's school was called St. Aquinas primary school and it was situated in town. It was Garba's first time in the town. He was surprised to see houses that were different from the mud and thatched huts in his village. The houses were built with blocks and were well - aligned. The school was built with both blocks and planks. It was on a hill. The Whiteman handed them over to another Whiteman whom he introduced as Mr. Jacobs. A black native was interpreting whatever the white men wanted them to hear. "Mr. Jacobs is your head teacher. He is also the boarding house master. You must see him as your parent here. He will discipline you if you misbehave here. So you all must be of good behaviour,' the Whiteman said as he handed them over to Mr. Jacobs. "Follow me," Mr. Jacobs said. They followed him into a house. The house was very neat and there were many bunk beds with thin mattresses. The black interpreter was with them. Mr. Jacobs turned to them. Garba thought he preferred the Whiteman who had brought them from Dogongari because he was friendlier and nicer. "What is your name? I want your full names," he said. "Adamu Shalt," the first boy replied. "Kaita Maigoro," the second boy said. When it got to Garba's turn, he lost his tongue.

"What is your name," Mr. Jacobs barked. "Garba Dandogo," Garba stammered. When the introduction was finished, Mr. Jacob began to address them. "This is where you will he staying. It's your hostel, it was provided by the church for those of you from the hinterlands. You will do well to maintain it and keep it clean," Mr. Jacobs said. He assigned them each to their beds. Garba was on the lower bunk. He had never slept on such a bed before. At home he only slept on a mat spread on the floor of his mother's hut. He sat gingerly on the bed and as soon as he did, he heard a creaking sound of spring expanding under his weight. Quickly, he jumped up in horror. The interpreter laughed. Mr. Jacobs considered him grimly for a moment. "What's the problem, boy?" "I heard a sound in the bed," Garba explained after the native had interpreted to him. Mr. Jacobs frowned. TO BE CONTINUED TOMORROW....PLEASE VISIT OUR BLOG AGAIN TOMORROW FOR A CONTINUATION OF THIS AMAZING STORY!}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}



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