Agbero menace... No end???

I GUESS SOME PEOPLE ARE ABOVE THE LAW.Look at this little scene From Lagos:
"Wey you! Wia you dey go?you don drop my moni?!" an angry voice screamed at the conductor. Passengers on the bus turned their heads collectively towards the direction from whence came the voice and were greeted with the sight of a very dark skinned young man of average build with a rakish scar lining from his right eye to his jaw half walking/half running towards the already moving albeit slowly bus. You see i had boarded the commuter bus from refinery junction in warri headed for enerhen junction. It took the duo(driver&conductor)13mins to get the bus half filled within that time the passengers had begin to grumble and threaten to highlight if they didn't hurry up. Finally he was pulling out of the bus stop when accosted by one of numerous motor park touts popularly known as Agbero . By now he had caught up with the bus and demanded in harsh tones that brokered for no argument his fee of #100 stating he would let them move only after he had gotten his money. Apologetic, the conductor pleaded to be let off to make one trip before he pays. He didn't have money on him except for gas and the bus was only half filled. Our already bristling agbero was having none of it. He quickly laid aside the empty bottle of Coca-Cola he had been drinking and roughly grabbed the worn once-white-but-now-flaky brown polo shirt of the conductor who was perched on the door of the bus angrily pulling him down. This caused the already tired shirt to tear with a loud ripping sound. Conductor saw red. He dashed for the tout grabbing a fistful of his shirt looking ferociously into his eyes demanding in high tones why he had torn his shirt. Agbero losing no time quickly responded by landing a cracking slap on the conductors face and the duel began. I watched in morbid fascination as the agbero delivered forceful punches on the slender conductor. The driver having alighted before the fight commenced was struggling to save his conductor from getting squashed. Then it happened. The forgotten Coca-Cola bottle must have resurfaced in the murky waters of his mind for the agbero whilst locked in a grapple suddenly reached down, retrieved the infamous bottle and smashed it heavily with on the head of the conductor with a sickening thud. Blood immediately pumped out of the disintegrated skull spraying the onlookers and busy bodies that had previously collected like vultures circling dead meat. The conductor was slumping. Pandemonium broke. Bus drivers abandoned their buses and came to the aid of one of their own. More touts were rushing in from different angles bearing make shift weapons ranging from spiky long woods to iron shards and more bottles. The brawl was open to all . I had seen enough. Swiftly, I fled the offending bus, hailed a keke and quitted the scene.

We bemoan our tilted society each day where the rich grow richer and oppress the poor yet before us are some sects of people spread throughout most states in the country who seem above the law. My mind keeps whirling in askance ; The money collected from hapless bus drivers and conductors struggling to make ends meet;what do they use it for? Fix bad roads? Build infrastructure? Create jobs? If not, Why are they continually ignored by each government? But...it doesn't concern us much. We don't drive buses or ride kekes.we don't get our heads split open like watermelons on hot curbs for not paying agbero; people who do absolutely nothing to earn for themselves. Things must go on the way they're re as long as we're directly not affected by them.

Written by Aghoghovwia Uririoghene