

Mr. Onuoha dies
I sat quietly at one corner in the charge room of the Ojo police station, watching with relish as Mr. & Mrs. Onuoha ran from pillar to post trying to stop the recovered exhibits from being moved to the Commissioner’s office in Ikeja. But the DPO and the officer who came from Ikeja to supervise the raid knew better than to put their jobs on the line, and they told them clearly.