In Lagos, a squad of EFCC officers moved like predators. Their leader, Bayo, was known across the city, not for his integrity, but for how far he’d go to fill his pockets. These men weren’t chasing justice. They were hunting bribes. Their usual routine? Target young guys, accuse them of being “Yahoo Boys,” and squeeze them for cash. Innocent or not, it didn’t matter.

One evening, they got a tip, a supposed Yahoo base (HK) hidden far out, in a remote village surrounded by thick bush. The informant said it was big. Bayo saw dollar signs and rounded up his crew.

The drive was long, the air grew heavier the deeper they went, and soon they were off-road, creeping into forest paths that barely passed for roads. When they reached the village, something felt wrong. Too quiet. And the huts looked abandoned, Still, Bayo pushed ahead.

They stormed the largest hut, expecting to catch fraudsters mid-scheme. But the room was empty. Before they could react, the door slammed shut behind them. The walls seemed to close in, and Out of the darkness, figures began to emerge, short figures. These weren’t Yahoo Boys. No, these were something far more sinister.

The villagers were Bushbabies.

Bayo and his team fought back, but their weapons meant nothing. The creatures moved like shadows, fast and ruthless. One by one, the officers were dragged away, past piles of bones, and toward a firepit that reeked of death.

The creatures spoke in a language that Bayo and his men couldn’t understand, but their intentions were clear. The officers were to be the main course. One by one, they were stripped of their uniforms, bound, and their pleas for mercy ignored as the villagers prepared their feast.

Bayo, the once-feared leader, was the last to face his fate. As he watched his men being butchered and roasted, a sickening realization washed over him. The irony of it all; they had spent their lives preying on the weak, exploiting the innocent, and now, they themselves were the ones being consumed.

That night, the creatures feasted. By morning, there was no trace of the EFCC squad. No uniforms, no weapons, no bodies. Only the ashes of a fire and the lingering smell of charred meat.