Therefore, by all means let us punish those beasts that had the heart to take any human being, beat them senseless with brick and wood, and then set them on fire – which they did with four young men who may or may not have been guilty of petty theft or even of cultism.  
You’ve probably heard this kind of story many times before – a friend or an uncle or a colleague got robbed somewhere on the Third Mainland Bridge, perhaps a few metres away from a police checkpoint. She was confronted with a gun, robbed and left helpless.
Or maybe it happened at the airport, or perhaps down the road from where you live. Eyewitnesses tell you however, it is a common occurrence. The robbers come here everyday, and yet no one has caught them. The people leave their homes every morning knowing they might be robbed, knowing they live in a country that should protect from that insecurity, but also knowing that nothing will be done about it.
That is the country we live in. It’s a country where those who live in urban communities find themselves subject to primitive interruptions. But even they are lucky. For those who live in the rural parts, life is nasty, brutish and short.