The relative sanity and peace that had existed at the Maza-maza end
of Mile 2 under bridge, in Amuwo Odofin Local Government Area of Lagos
State may soon fizzle out, if the army of homeless miscreants that have
recently taken refuge there is not urgently checked. Gradually, people
have started falling victims to the boys, who hibernate under the bridge
during the day time, only to emerge at night to attack their victims
and melt into the dark.
Recall that prior to the construction of the new 10-lane road network
from the Lagos Island to Okokomaiko by the state government, both
Maza-maza and Mile 2 ends of the bridge were known for notorious
activities as hoodlums flagrantly and incessantly waylaid, raped and
dispossessed innocent citizens of their money and other valuables. In
the past, they would drag their prey from on top of the bridge to under,
where they would rape, rob or even kill them for ritual purposes.
Sometimes, they would threaten to drown their victim in the lagoon in
order to elicit compliance, if they only wanted money or sex. That
time, many people who were declared missing were later found under that
bridge with their vital organs sometimes missing.
The earliest time one could walk across the bridge was between 7:00am
and 6:00pm; any period before or beyond that time was very risky.
People who became victims of the roughnecks then, were strangers who
didn’t know what was happening there. Everybody who was conversant with
Mile 2 or who lived around the area knew how dangerous the spot was.
People who knew what went on around the place avoided it like plague;
they wouldn’t even walk across the bridge in broad daylight. To them,
the fear of walking across the bridge was the beginning of long life. It
made many people to dread Mile 2 even till today.
But, all that fizzled out when the new 10-lane road construction
started. The emergence of Julius Berger’s bulldozers ended the reign of
terror on and under the bridge. The construction work destroyed all the
dark alleys and covens artificially constructed by the bandits for
their nefarious activities. All their hide-outs were exposed when the
company’s earth movers bulldozed into their enclave under the bridge,
exposing every dark spot. With their jungle destroyed, they fled the
bridge and ‘Lagosians’ heaved a big sigh of relief. People started
walking across the bridge at any time of the day without fear of being
molested, robbed or killed. Life came back to the bridge as business
activities of petty traders picked up and began to boom. The bridge
became once again a safe haven, with people milling around it even as
late as 10:00pm.
The Mile 2 end of the bridge which was the deadliest point suddenly
became a mini mechanic village, where auto technicians who cannot afford
the high cost of renting workshops display their technical wizardry.
With the auto-mechanic engineers plying their trade at the place, food
vendors as well as herb sellers, recharge card sellers, local liquor
(Ogogoro) sellers and other petty traders were equally attracted to the
place. And with the new development, the hoodlums finally lost out in
the battle to regain the place.
But, the same cannot be said of the Maza-maza end of the bridge as
the boys are gradually re-grouping. They have actually started raping,
molesting and robbing innocent passers-by, who tried to cross over from
one side of the road to the other using under the bridge. Such victims
felt that the boys, who gather under the bridge to smoke and gamble,
are only taking refuge since they could not afford decent accommodation.
But, they would only realise what the boys were up to after they have
had a raw deal with them. A casual visit to the place will confirm this
development. A lily-livered man cannot walk through under the bridge in
broad daylight, let alone a woman. They are always gathered in clusters
of three, four or five. While some engage in different gambling games,
others are simply puffing cigarette and Indian hemp accompanied by
intermittent sipping of hot drink; just as some others position
themselves carefully at the elevated point directly under the bridge to
take a nap. At any time you go there from morning till evening, you will
find a good number of them sleeping, gambling or smoking, sometimes
under the nose of policemen.
The gangway that enables people to access both sides of the road
under that bridge is so messed up with faecal matter that the air
within the entire area is fouled. They defecate openly by the road side
without giving a hoot. Others feel comfortable dropping their faeces
inside the lagoon. As they squat to pollute the lagoon with impunity, in
the full glare of passers-by, who would rather close eyes to the sore
sight and scamper through, a stick of cigarette or Indian hemp with a
thick smoke polluting the entire vicinity, accompanies the exercise.
There seems to exist at the place a tell-tale warning signs, which
says: ‘no waiting, no loitering; just keep moving.’ This is because the
faces you will see under the bridge, if by omission or commission, you
find yourself there, will be so scary that your heartbeat will
exponentially increase. You will see clusters of roughnecks with
tattered dresses, red gloomy eyes, and rough stony faces, plaited and
dishevelled hair as well as skinny, frail figures, all drinking dry gin
as well as smoking cigarette and Indian hemp indiscriminately. The
stench from the human faeces and Indian hemp is choking to a point that
one needs no nudging to scamper through.
On hand to ensure that their daily menu of cigarette, Indian hemp and
dry gin are in constant supplies, are young ladies, who also satisfy
their sexual urge at night. The ladies do not live there with them; they
only go there to supply the ‘goods’ during the day and to assist them
relax their nerves with sex at night.
Death at dawn
Sources close to the bridge disclosed that on the eve of Christmas
2013, a middle-aged woman was allegedly attacked and killed on top of
the bridge. She was killed and dumped inside her Sienna Toyota Space
Wagon and abandoned on the bridge. Her handset and car key were placed
on top of the car. There were insinuations that she could have been
killed by assassins, who hid under the bridge and only emerged to
execute the dastardly act at the most auspicious time. There was also an
unconfirmed report that the attackers might have melted under the
bridge after the heinous crime the previous night. The woman was found
stone-dead the following morning.
Another businessman at Ojo Alaba International Market was also
attacked at the Maza-maza end of the bridge in May when he had a flat
tyre at night. According to the man who simply identified himself as
Larry, he was dispossessed of all the money on him, his handset and
wristwatch. He was lucky that they didn’t attack him with any weapon.
They only robbed him and left.
Commenting on what goes on around the bridge, a timbre merchant in
the Maza-maza market near the bridge who preferred anonymity
corroborated the report that the place is no longer safe at certain
times of the day. “Well, just like others have told you, the place has
gone back to what it used to be before the construction work started
some four years ago. Just look at them smoking and drinking by this time
of the day. After smoking and drinking, they would sleep off because
probably, they didn’t sleep throughout the previous night. They will be
hanging around there smoking, gambling and sleeping until around 7:00pm
when they will all disappear. They would then strategise for the day’s
job. Do you need anybody to tell you what they do at night?” he
submitted.
Speaking further, he said: “I have never fallen victim but I have
heard of people who were attacked. They attack and dispossess their
victims of money and other valuables. They attack people who use the
bridge in the early hours of the day, especially travellers. They even
extend their notorious activities to the garage in Maza-maza where all
those transporters pick passengers travelling to the East. Cases of
travellers who lost their luggage at the park are common. Those who
steal people’s bags at the park are the boys you see smoking and
drinking under that bridge. They come back to enjoy their spoils during
the day, when every serious-minded person should be at work.”
Investigation revealed that they disperse in the night to various
notorious spots within the neighbourhood, where they terrorise innocent
people. Some of them, it was gathered, move to as far as Moshalashi and
Church bus-stops along the Badagry Expressway, where they attack
unsuspecting citizens. Their victims at the bus-stops are usually
workers or business people who leave their houses early in the morning
or those who return late in the night.
Modus operandi
A middle-aged man who said he was once a victim volunteered some
information on their mode of operations at the bus stop. He said:
“Initially, they used to hide in the shrubs around these bus-stops, only
to emerge and attack their victims who may have come out early in the
morning or those who returned late at night. But, when people discovered
their antics and devised another means of stopping before or after the
bus-stops, they changed tactics. Now, what they do is to plant one
person at a distance before the bus-stop while another person stations
himself some distance away from the bus-stop. Others will hide in the
shrubs at the bus-stop, waiting for their prey. As soon as a potential
victim alights from the vehicle, before or after the bus-stop and the
bus zooms off, the person standing will attack at once and dispossess
the victim of his or her bag and disappears. At this point, you won’t
have the courage to pursue him; you will think of how to cross over the
road to save your life first. They would disappear into the thick bush
that separates Festac Town from the express way. They are so conversant
with the routes in the bush so much that even if a team of policemen
arrive at that moment, they will not be able to trace them. That was how
they attacked me.”
Raising the alarm on the imminent danger the presence of the boys
under that bridge may likely pose in no distant time, an auto mechanic
at the Festac side of the bridge said urgent steps to flush them away
from the place was the only solution to avert the impending danger. He
said: “Although, their criminal activities around the bridge are still
skeletal as most of them go out for operation in other places, they
would soon concentrate on and around the bridge, if they are not flushed
out urgently. Look at what they do there; they defecate everywhere
under that bridge. Some even drop theirs inside the water, thereby
exposing the people who live around to dangers of air pollution. They
smoke cigarette and Indian hemp, gamble, womanise and drink all sorts
of alcoholic drinks from morning till night. It is never a dull moment
for them and their number is increasing by the day. Something urgent
needs to be done. We don’t want to relapse to what we experienced
before the construction work on that road started. We know what the
place used to be. We don’t want that era to come back. Those concerned
should rise up to the occasion and act promptly.”
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