Ladies and gentlemen, let me relate to you a tale that's more current than tomorrow's newspaper. Just yesterday, the good officials of Nigeria's Economic and Financial Crimes Commission—or EFCC, as the common man says—descended upon the fancy neighborhood of Lekki with the determination of Mississippi floodwaters.

Now, among the unlucky individuals was one musician Wole Afolabi, who goes by Wole DSB. Ain't that a predicament for a fellow who strums and hums to find himself caught in the unforgiving clutches of the law?

The operation—carried out with the careful planning of a skilled riverboat pilot—netted a total of thirty-eight alleged cyber criminals. I've seen catfish caught in nets with more dignity.

Spread out before the cameras were the proceeds of their supposed misdeeds: bottles of codeine syrup, electronic gadgets, and other illicit items that would make a schoolmarm faint.

I've noticed that these Yahoo boys, as they're commonly called, have a special attachment for the luxurious items in life—similar to how a Mississippi steamboat captain might showcase his success.

The EFCC big fish, in commenting on this significant catch, stressed that the operation forms part of their continuing campaign to purify Nigeria of the plague of internet fraud. That's mighty righteous, though I suspect as many new swindlers spring up as mosquitoes in a swamp.

The musician Wole DSB now faces serious charges that could situate him in a venue with poor acoustics for many a moon.

To think that not long ago he might have been creating songs, and today he's composing statements for investigators. Life has a way of shifting like river currents.

If this account act as a caution to would-be criminals? I reckon it might, though people being people, we'll never lack for souls who reckon they're exceptional enough to evade capture.

Therefore, as this saga continues in the judicial system, we regular people can only look on and ponder at the curious paths that take a melodious spirit to swap his studio for a defendant's stand.