It started early in the morning. A society leader at lower levels, suffered embarrassment after his weekend was cut short by police. The hand of the burst into his home
The police’s eyes groped the inside of the house. Then, their ears caught the voice of the family head.
It had emerged from the bedroom and headed straight to his direction.
With less words exchanged, he was hoisted by his trousers, his toes barely touching the ground as he hop-skipped out of the room.
No time was given for things gentility; shirt unbuttoned, with numerous folds, he grappled with his belt but was too nervous to fasten it. His family agape, watched on as a horrific episode unfolded.
As he was dragged, his feet skipped his shoes. He didn’t complain as if he had been expectant of his pending fate. Still tight-lipped, he was flung to the back of a patrol pickup.
Before the disbelieving eyes of his family members, the car whisked him off. Anyone could tell that it was going to be a rough ride because his body rested on hard matel.
The early morning hours of a relaxing weekend saved him immense embarrassment.
Unconfirmed reports later revealed that he had meddled with a crucial task supposed to be of a communal benefit but he hadn’t delivered as expected.