Thread by @SKefason

CONTINUATION.

At about 4:35pm on 3rd of June 2019, d court registrar called d Prison to come & take me away as instructed by d Margistrate who had minutes ago denied me bail on bailable offenses.
I said a little prayer inside me 'God, please go with me, don't let them break me'.

The Kaduna convict Prison now Kaduna custodial center is a stone throw away from d Margistrate court situated along d Independence way Kaduna, in less than 1p minutes a young warden arrived d court, fortunately for me he has read about my ordeal online prior to now, we exchanged

pleasantries, he brought out his handcuffs and he said to me calmly, "Steve, am sorry I have to do this, no hard feelings bro"

I smiled & responded, no problem Sir, you are only doing your job.
He cuffed my hands and we made our way to d Prison yard which is about 5 minutes

trekking distance.

At d ancient Prison gate, I said another prayer silently 'Father, please take charge of my soul in this dungeon, don't allow my enemies to celebrate over me' after saying d prayers an idea obviously from above came to my mind & I made d following decisions;

1. I decided that I was going to give my mind d freedom my body was going to be denied in Prison
2. I decided never to treat any Prison official as an enemy
3. I decided I will keep fit physically, spiritually & otherwise
4. I decided I won't go on hunger strike for any reason.

All these prayer & decisions were done in less than 60 seconds.
After then, d gate was opened by a warden & I took d first step across d giant Prison gate, d gate behind me was immediately shut then my heart began to beat faster again, I sensed danger, my cuffs were unlocked,

another young handsome officer seated on a wooden chair is in charge of searching new inmates before they enter the main yard, to be frank, that young officer is very good at his job, he searches and detects exhibits even better than mechanized detectors. It was my turn to be

searched, I was thoroughly searched to d extent that not even a needle was left on me, personal effects like cash, belt, wrist watch etc were taken and documented at d gate, then another giant gate was opened for me to go in, I entered and behold I was one more gate to d main

yard, here I would be partially admitted as a prisoner by a lady warden. While waiting for my turn, a fierce looking officer shouted at me "my friend squat down", I quicky went on my toes, others followed suit, we were about 35 in numbers awaiting admission. Most of d inmates

were brought in from either the SARs detention facility or other police stations across d state, they were looking very unkept & their dresses dirty & smelling. I couldn't breath properly due to d stinking smells, reality dawned on me that these ones are going to be my cell mates

I was finally admitted though partially as d final admission is usually done in d morning when photograph can be taken.
Another young officer came & lead us into d main yard, behold I was finally in Prison, my eyes quickly sighted two opposite structures with d inscription '1915'

on them, they are the two armed robbery building each having 4 large cells big enough to contain hundreds of inmates (not the actual capacity). In-between them is d prison football pitch.
We made out way passed d pitch, it was already about 6pm by my estimation since my wrist

has been taken away from me at d gate.
Then we finally arrived a very large building with over 16 large cells on each floor (one storey building), d building I later got to know it to be Luxerious building or Gidan bredi (bread house) as d inmates call it.
We were then splitter

into smaller units, each taken to a cell already overcrowded, I was take to cell 9 on d last floor, I was asked to wait while d warden in charge of d building comes with d key, d entire building looks very unkept, flies were everywhere, then I saw something terrible while waiting

for d officer to come open d door for me, I saw a 'blackish soup like liquid being poured into dirty plates' arranged on each door, that is d soup prepared by our government for d inmates, on sighting it, my heart bleeds immediately, the aluta spirit in me woke up & I lost my

cool, and asked d inmate sharing d 'soup' angrily in Hausa language 'kai menene wannan (what is this)?'
he responded; "Miyan gabza ne senior" (it's soup for gabza my senior) gabza is d name they call food proaree with either maize or guinea corn powder. Another reality dawned

on me that this is going to be my meal if nobody is allowed to visit me, though my fear didn't materialize as friends, family and Nigerians from within and outside d country made sure I lacked nothing throughout my stay in jail.
The officer with d me eventually came & opened d

cell door and behold I was right inside my new abode, a dirty cell with 6 inmates inside, one of them nicknamed Zomo an Abia state indigene who is d cell leader shouted at me, "oboy u dey mad, remove your shoes jor, abi u think say na your palour be this?".

Wow! remove my shoes

on a dirty floor, okay now, I obeyed.
Then he read some stringent rules & regulations to me, he told me that this is not Nigeria, this is 'country no vex', what an irony! I saw you vexed few seconds ago and now u said this is country no vex, I said to myself silently though. Lolz

To be continued........