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Protect and Serve


Protect and serve

Does the word have a different meaning to our security agents 

Why do they always do the exact opposite of what they were trained to do?

Is violence and blind aggression a course our security agents are taught during training 

Why do they all wear this badge of shame

From Police,  SARS,  Army,  Navy,  Air Force, FRSC,  Man o war, security (gatemen) all of them, they all have one thing in common..  Rabid violence

Their first response to any problem is attack.... Why? 

Are they at war with the ordinary civilian they swore to protect and serve? 

I watched the video of the lady that was driving with a police officer lying down on her bonnet while the car was in motion

The lady is wrong,  no doubt

But is the response right? 

These security agents are expected to have undergone some form of security training

So when they go to the field and act unruly and uncultured, one begins to wonder about their training 

When these men and women act out in ways even a mad man or an illiterate wouldn't, while trying to carry out their duties... It is shocking to say the least 

Their continuous, unprofessional and bush rural response to urban problems is one of the mysteries and wonders of the world

Why would a sane man jump on the bonnet of a moving car

And in truth, oga where is your mask

The pregnant FRSC male officer that was screaming God punish you and even attempted to slap the lady after savagely tearing her plate number out of her car!!!

Who gave you the job?

Our security agents and agency must embrace a novel approach to this epidemic that has gone viral and remains unchecked all over the nation 

Our officers need re-orientation, they need a course on customer relations and discipline

They need to smile more and probably the ministry of happiness Rocha's created is the solution to this uniform craze 

They need to be trained to value and respect human lives 

We understand the job comes with a burden not everyone can bear

But you weren't forced to join,  you chose to, so we expect you to be disciplined enough to handle the responsibility.

The force is not an afterthought, it's not the last option... jobs that are often regarded as such are always trending for the wrong reasons... Eg... Teaching, police, army, pastor, security men in big organizations etc 

We must have a system that is solely set-up to train and also punish erring officers in uniform only

This department would be solely responsible for checking the excesses of these guys so none of them goes unpunished when they display the unprofessional conduct they are known for. 

It's not the answer,  but it's a start  

Let's start from somewhere,  else the next revolution after the political one will be that of security and force.


Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne

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