Episode 4

As they drove Uncle Shola to the station, the sirens blared. Panicked, his wife and I sped away in our car, desperate to keep Uncle Shola safe. The situation was tight when we arrived.

 The officers immediately began questioning him.

"Mr. Shola, do you have any witnesses that your neighbor was driving and drinking?" that's what they asked.Uncle Shola remained strong.

 "Officer, how many more witnesses do I require?" I offered you a video that I made myself! I followed him as he drove wildly through our estate, putting lives in danger by drinking and driving."

The police looked at the footage and nodded in agreement. 

"Mr. Shola, was there anyone else in your car who could confirm this?"

"I was by myself, officer. "No one else saw it from my car," Uncle Shola continued, his voice tight.

"All right, Mr. Shola, you're under arrest," one of the officers said, and the words struck Uncle Shola like a thunderbolt. As the reality set in, he was filled with shock and bewilderment.

"Officer, why are you arresting me?" Uncle Shola's perplexity was audible in his voice."We're also arresting you for driving and recording with your phone; it's just as dangerous as drinking and driving," the officer said firmly as he handcuffed Uncle Shola. His expression was a mix of disbelief and confusion, which made me laughed uncontrollably. Uncle Shola flashed me a look as my laughter echoed, his face reflecting a mix of annoyance and attempted concealment of his own amusement. 

The contrast of the seriousness of the issue and my laughter created an unusual yet amusing environment.My uncle and his wife were both frustrated, while I found the scenario oddly amusing. Uncle Shola was fined 50,000 for using his phone while driving, while his neighbor was fined 30,000.This episode reminded me of a Nigerian proverb: "No be who first call the police the win case" (Calling the police first does not ensure that you will win the case).

Uncle Shola's wife and I returned home while he was held pending payment of the fine. However, as we were driving, she turned to me with an accusatory tone."Ade, did you really laugh at your uncle at the police station?" "How would you describe yourself?" Her rage was evident, and I tried to maintain a sorry appearance while she cautioned me. But the more she scolded me, the harder it became to keep my laughing in check. I burst out laughing in a matter of seconds, quickly hiding my mouth with my hands, but the attempt at seriousness was futile."Seriously!" she exclaimed, evidently annoyed by my surprise reaction.

As the sun rose in the morning, I hurriedly packed my belongings. "I'm leaving," I said to Uncle Shola's wife. If I stay here now, with Uncle Shola handing the cops 50,000, I'll starve to death."I returned to Ibadan without waiting for a response. For me, the events at Uncle Shola's house had reached a tipping point. Nothing in this world could ever convince me to visit Uncle Shola again.

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