By Joshua Olanrewaju
I looked at the three custom officers gauging them to see which one was less likely to give me a lot of trouble. It was my first time carrying drugs across the border but my sponsor had assured me everything would be fine. He told me the cocaine was well hidden and my ‘sexy body’ would do a great job of distracting the testosterone driven custom officers. I saw one of the guys pat down a lady, his hands lingering longer than they should. He would be perfect. I said a silent prayer, loosened one more button on my blouse and walked towards the officer.
Are you interested in what happens to this amateur drug smuggler? Are you somehow hoping she is not caught?