Ladies and gentlemen, let me spin you a story that's more current than tomorrow's newspaper. Just yesterday, the esteemed operatives of Nigeria's Economic and Financial Crimes Commission—or EFCC, as folks call them—descended upon the ritzy neighborhood of Lekki with the determination of Mississippi floodwaters.

Well sir, among the unfortunate souls was one Wole DSB, who carries the artistic name of Wole DSB. Wouldn't you know it for a man who creates melodies to find himself tangled in the long arms of the law?

The raid—carried out with the exactness of a skilled riverboat pilot—netted a total of a few dozen alleged cyber criminals. They were gathered up like autumn leaves in October.

Spread out before the world were the fruits of their alleged wrongdoings: prohibited substances, suspicious devices, and other forbidden goods that would make a church deacon blush.

I've observed that these Yahoo boys, as people thereabouts term them, have a particular affinity for the expensive trinkets in life—not unlike how a frontier shopkeeper might flaunt his prosperity.

The EFCC chairman, in commenting on this impressive haul, emphasized that the raid forms part of their continuing efforts to rid Nigeria of the plague of cybercrime. It's a noble cause, though I reckon as many new tricksters appear as catfish in a flooding river.

The musician Wole DSB now confronts serious charges that could situate him in a venue with poor acoustics for quite some time.

Imagine that not long ago he might have been composing melodies, and presently he's singing a different tune. Fate has a habit of shifting like river currents.

If this account act as a caution to would-be criminals? Perhaps so, though folks being as they are, we'll never lack for souls who reckon they're smarter than the law.

And so, as this saga unfolds in the halls of justice, we regular people can only look on and ponder at the strange journeys that take a man of music to trade his microphone for a jailhouse bunk.