A couple of weeks ago, I did a piece captioned, RED LIGHT RUNNER. In that piece I sought to know the red-light runners. The big boys who run red lights in Abuja, the Federal Capital Territory. In Lagos. Port Harcourt and other cities. The convoy drivers who delight in doing the same. I am talking about the drivers who boast about the efficacy of the blood of Jesus in the event of a collision. I mean those who plead the blood after disregarding the law of the land because they have arrived.