By Ejike Anyaduba
It was close to mid-night on January 20th, 2025, when a car, snaking dangerously and beaming its headlights behind, overtook me at Nawfia and slowed down abruptly.
Panicky, I tugged at the pigeonhole of my car to pull out a stun gun almost at the same time my friend was fiddling with his bag for a tear gas canister. In the confused state we did not reckon that both items have no sufficient impact on target and would quicken our journey to death if identified.