The Lords of the road
They are everywhere, crossing major roads at will. They cause traffic jam because all of you road users are forced to stop and wait for them to pass. You dare not talk…do you want to die?
Even policemen turn the other eye when it comes to them. Its almost a normal thing. They walk slowly, some bending their head low. The skeleton on their big belly is evident for all to see. Their tiny legs carry them across while their belly swings from side to side.
They are the nightmares on our major roads in the FCT. Just on independence day, I had seen them again after having to stop at a traffic light junction, theirs was the next important stop. All motorists were on queue, patiently waiting for them to cross.
They are the animals, those cows whose owners are Fulani herdsmen. If you have been reading or hearing about the commando style in which they dominate major roads and express in the north, then you heard right.
Probably, recession has affected the grasses in the fields within their villages such that they have to turn the cities and places of habitation to grazing land. Pasture is that scarce.
The tattered looking Fulani herdsman, usually a lone, thin, hat wearing species of a human being frowns his face as he walks amidst them. Not even using his stick to hurry them. No, they trudge past as long as it takes and he refuses to meet any eye as he walks with a hint of arrogance in his gait.
What about the neighborhoods? You will find them there. Fulani herdsman have wrecked so many havoc with their cattle in recent times. And what happens after everything? Do they ever get apprehended? No. So in a country where lawlessness prevails, where people are afraid to take collective action, what then happens? The Lords of the road continue to rule the roads.