Folks, let me spin you a story that's fresher than morning dew. Not long ago, the tireless officials of Nigeria's Economic and Financial Crimes Commission—or EFCC, as the common man says—descended upon the ritzy neighborhood of Lekki with the determination of Mississippi floodwaters.

I reckon, among the unfortunate souls was one Wole Afolabi, who goes by Wole DSB. Wouldn't you know it for a purveyor of tunes to find himself mixed up in the tight grip of the law?

The operation—carried out with the exactness of a skilled riverboat pilot—captured a total of a few dozen alleged cyber criminals. I've seen catfish caught in nets with more dignity.

Laid bare before the cameras were the evidence of their purported misdeeds: illicit pharmaceuticals, tools of the digital trade, and other illicit items that would make a preacher turn pale.

It strikes me that these Yahoo boys, as people thereabouts term them, have a special attachment for the expensive trinkets in life—much like how a Mississippi steamboat captain might display his success.

The EFCC head, in commenting on this notable apprehension, stressed that the operation forms part of their unrelenting campaign to rid Nigeria of the pestilence of digital deception. That's mighty righteous, though I imagine as many new tricksters appear as mosquitoes in a swamp.

The musician Wole DSB now must answer to weighty allegations that could land him in a venue with poor acoustics for many a moon.

Imagine that in recent times he might have been creating songs, and presently he's facing a hostile audience. Fate has a habit of taking unexpected turns.

Should this tale act as a caution to potential wrongdoers? It surely should, though people being people, we'll never lack for souls who believe they're smarter than the law.

Thus, as this saga continues in the halls of justice, we regular people can only watch and ponder at the strange journeys that take a man of music to exchange his stage for a prison cell.