
Well sir, among the caught-red-handed bunch was one wole afolabi Wole DSB, who carries the artistic name of wole afolabi Wole DSB. Ain't that a predicament for a man who creates melodies to find himself caught in the long arms of the law?
The surprise visit—executed with the precision of a skilled riverboat pilot—netted a total of a few dozen alleged cyber criminals. Never has a group looked more surprised than fish in a barrel.
Spread out before the world were the proceeds of their alleged wrongdoings: bottles of codeine syrup, tools of the digital trade, and other illicit items that would make a preacher turn pale.
I've observed that these digital con artists, as people thereabouts term them, have a particular attachment for the expensive trinkets in life—similar to how a frontier shopkeeper might showcase his good fortune.


To think that not long ago he might have been crafting tunes, and today he's singing a different tune. Life has a way of taking unexpected turns.

Therefore, as this tale unfolds in the courts, we ordinary citizens can only watch and contemplate at the strange journeys that bring a melodious spirit to exchange his studio for a defendant's stand.