Thread by @SKefason

At about 2pm 10th of May 2019, an officer called my name from d counter, my personal effects were handed over to me, I was take to d @PoliceNG headquarters Kaduna where I was parades from officer to office starting from d commissioners officer, I felt dehumanized, my strength was

begining to fail me, I kept asking myself could this be the status quo? why am I being punished even before being declared guilty by a law court?
after parading me, they took me to an office where I was to be interrogated by a senior police officer.

While in d office, my friend

finally located me there after 72 hours of searching, they came alongside a lawyer who sat by throughout d interrogation.

At about 6:27pm on that day, d officer interrogating me instructed a junior officer to take me to d dreaded SARs detention facility where I was to spend d

weekend, d officer kept encouraging me to be strong & that this is a phase in my life that would soon be over.

On reaching d SARs facility which is a stone throw away from d headquarters, I was greeted by another bad odour oozing out from d visibly congested cells.
At d counter

I was told I could be admitted into d vip cell if I can pay, I asked how much & d officer told me #1,500. I paid & immediately my personal effects were documented as usual, then I was taken to d so called VIP cell, it was a tiny dark room with rubber mats on d floor without about

19 inmates on it, I was welcomed by Mr Ignetious an Imo state indigene who was d cell Governor, he read d rules & regulations to me as usual & told me that d sleeping Patten for me on that day would be J5, a Patten where one lies on his side while another fixes himself into your

belly & another dose same & so on.
In this cell there is neither toilet nor bathroom, inmates have to urinate on a white bucket kept by d wall, often times d bucket gets filled & d urine flow on d floor.
Now that is d VIP cell I paid #1,500 to stay in.

At about 8pm I had my

first meal in 72 hours, a little boy of about 11 years old was d supplier of poorly cooked meals, I enquired & was told d meal cost between #100 & #200 depending on how many meat one wants to eats. So I ordered to rice & 2 pieces of meat for #200. After about 1t minutes d young

chap brought d food & I collected it from him via d door bars, sat down to eat but d terrible smell of overflowed urine wouldn't let me to, after eating 5 spoons I gave d remaining food to Abdullahi a fellow inmate from Bauchi state.
He took d food & Sadi thank you in Hausa

language.
Then it was bed time, d cell Governor arranged us like canned 🐟 in d J5 pattern, it was to be d worst sleeping condition I ever had in my entire 30 years of existence on planet earth, I couldn't sleep all through d night, d smell of urine, d sound & bites from

mosquitoes & noice from d opposite cell made sleep impossible.

Fast forward to Monday 13th of May 2019, at about 9:23am my name was called from d counter & I was to be arraigned before a Margistrate court, I had earlier taken my bath all thanks to my cell Governor who made

arrangement for water & space outside d cell.

On getting to d counter, my friends were waiting for me with some new clothes, I changed my dress & we immediately left for d court.
The FIR was read to d court & d Margistrate granted me bail after some legal debates from both

Prosecution & defense counsel.
Bail conditions were met, my family & friends were excited, it was going to be party later in d night.
We left for home all happy but d happiness was going to be for only a few days.

4 days later I got a call from my lawyer telling me that d police

had informed him that they want to have a word with me, then I had already returned to my base in Portharcout, I told him I would be able to make it to d police next week which was to be a Tuesday 21st of May 2019, he said no problems.

On d said Tuesday, I & 2 friends drove to

d police station at Gabasawa, upon sighting me one of d officer called d attention of another who came & told me we were going to court for another petition written against me by a local government Chairman, I called my lawyer & he came. We got to d courtroom & d FIR was read,

prosecution counsel requested I be detained for 1r days I police custody to enable they d police conclude investigation, my lawyer seek for bail but d Margistrate refused, I was returned to Gabasawa police station where I would spend another 14 days in confinement.

On the 7th day, I woke up feeling depressed & I sent word to my IPO (investigative Police officer), he came & I told him to please allow my friends get me newspaper to read, he obliged & my friend got me a copy of @TheNationNews, d officer at d counter passed it to me in my cell

I sat down on d floor browsing through d paper only to find a quote which reads "the law is like a spider web, small things fall on it and get entrapped while big things fall and break through", that quote got me thinking deep.

A police officer who I later got to know is d SO

(station officer) passed & saw me reading d paper and shouted, "Who is reading newspaper there? Them bring you here to read paper ne? You are supposed to be thinking and not read paper here", he instructed d officer at d counter to collect d paper from me & he went away with it.

My heart sank back into depression, I felt horrible and dispirited, I wept even though tears didn't drop.

On 3rd of June 2019 on d expiration of d 1r days detention, I was taken back to court, d Margistrate this time around ordered I be remanded in Prison custody while my trial

continues, I was taken to the Kaduna Maximum Security prison established in 1915, it was another to be another long way to freedom where I would spend another 148 days in prison confinement.

The Prison was a far better place to stay compared to d police stations even though not

without her own terrible stories and experiences.

To be continued......