Country No Vex 2
By Felix | February 26, 2008
We managed to live through the first night. We were released in the wee hours of the morning (from toshibaing the big boys to sleep) to get about an hour sleep before being woken up again around 6:30am, we assembled for head count and morning prayers. The interesting thing is, the fellowships we had here were so intense, you’ll wonder if the guys here are really criminals? Changed men? Or men that have come to realize that without God intervening in their situation, their lives were dwindling between long jail sentences or possibly death!
Whatever their reasons were, it was infectious and you really felt the presence of the Holy Spirit during these worships. On Sundays we had visiting pastors or church members who came to hold Sunday services with us, I remember saying to myself during one of these services that I’ll come back one Sunday to enjoy the Praise and Worship with them… I never did … I guess that’s one more thing that if you guys persuade me enough about, I’ll do and come back with fresh stories of what the jail cells look like now, remember this experience I’m sharing was sometime between 2000 and 2001.
Back to the story, before we were taken into the jail cells, on getting to kpanti, we were first taken to write our statements. After that, it was time for question and interrogations… this too was another experience I didn’t forget in a hurry. One of my friends was first taken away from the pack of us and all we could hear while we were being questioned was him wailing from the agony of torture. I remember sometime later that night another of my friends asked me why the one that was taken away first was dealt with the worst? The main or only reason I could see was, he showed fear from the beginning, he stammered when he was asked questions, and if we were guilty, the person that was likely to give us away easily, was the weakest link! He is
So they took him away and hung him… now don’t get scared he was not hung to death… there is a special the police give here that they refer to as hanging… let me see if I can describe it here. His hands and legs were chained or no cuffed and then a big stick is passed through the cuffs and with the stick lifted up, the person is suspended from the ground and the cuff burning the flesh on his hands and legs or this other one I’ll describe might give you a better picture, a friend in school went through this and explained to me… his hands were cuffed and the hook where a ceiling fan is usually hung was where he was hung, so it was the cuffs on the ceiling fan hook and he was suspended from the ground with the cuffs eating deep into his flesh.
Enough on the inhumane treatment we get here before we are even charged guilty by a court of law. Anyway after the drills and our statements were taken, that’s when we were sent into cell 1. Â
 Day2 … After the morning prayers and head count, the new inmates were to wash the toilet, I won’t even try describing what the toilet looked like, but the sight of it is best left to your imagination. We were called out from the cells around noon and it was time for investigations to be carried out, we were taken to the beach where the incident took place and the police officers asked questions around there and also let us describe how the whole incident took place. But this was one day I didn’t forget in a hurry because we were seated at the back of an open patrol van and we had not taken bath for about 3days, our clothes were dirty and torn and we driven on the streets of Lagos in the back of an open van. Now that was humiliating, but the worst part of it was when we were taken to our houses for search, that meant people in our neighborhood saw us being paraded like common criminals and with our look and the hand cuffs… it sure was hard to tell them later we were not guilty. I remember getting into my compound and a girl that was my neighbor on seeing me, quickly turned around and pretended like she didn’t know me, I didn’t blame her because the picture of us in hand cuffs and with police men holding their rifle after us didn’t look very friendly.
To cut the long story short, after that the rounds of investigation we were taken back to the cell, now a funny experience happened there, I was given some money by my sis before we left the house, and we knew that the big boys were going to take this from us, so I gave one of my friends part of the money which he put in a small nylon bag from the bread we ate while we were out and then put it in his mouth, the rest I squeezed till it was nice and little and I stocked it in between my ass buns, so walking wasn’t easy as this sharp ends were hurting my ass hole…(lol). But it was either that or I starved because we had to buy food to eat when we got back to country no vex. We were stripped again by the big boys, and they searched our clothes for any signs of money, when they were satisfied we didn’t come in with any they asked my friend why he had a swollen mouth, my heart started racing, as I thought here we were going to be caught, but he was convincing enough when he held his mouth and I explained to them the police beat him up again. It was time to dress up and go to the inner room, I had to flex the muscles on my butt very tight so when I raised my knee to wear my boxers, the money stock in my ass wouldn’t drop.
I managed to do this and we were home free. Another interesting thing about country no vex is if you could go through the big boys without them seeing you with money, you were allowed to spend it there without anyone taking it from you… (lol). And we needed to take permission to piss, shit or get up from our room to buys stuff from one of the inmates among the big boys who sells snacks that we could eat in there, when I say snacks, I mean garri, groundnuts ,moi moi and water in a sachet.
About 2hours after lodging back into our Cell 1, we had a lucky break…
In a hurry to attend a meeting now, will continue the rest of the story tomorrow.
Peace n a fist!
Topics: my story |
February 27th, 2008 at 8:52 am
Felix,Ha ha ha!!! No-wonder someone did call you FELIX MANDELA. Your story “country no vex” is really interesting but imagining what you guys went through is sweet to tell but not good an experience. I really must commend you for sharing this story but find time to put up the remaining story. cheers
February 27th, 2008 at 9:36 am
I sit here just shaking my head in disbelief, but i know u to be an honest man and thank God that he never left your side in order for you to tell your story. I do how ever fear for your safty, knowing now the inhumane treatment, the deseased minds that are in office, i now worry about your freedom of speech here. Telling your story or not your safty comes first, please at all cost stay safe. Be well sweetie pray often and love always.. hagd xxx
February 27th, 2008 at 11:35 am
When pple talk about their experiences in the cell, I feel dey re exaggerating it. but coming from u Felix! i now believe it,bcos u will not stop, untill d truth is told.
What inhuman treatment innocent beings go through, am sure if I was part of dis experience, being ur friend, when all dis took place i would have broken down, bcos of my soft nature. Lets all pray for this country, dt one day, their will be a revolution.
February 27th, 2008 at 12:06 pm
LIFE IS A BEACH!!N NOT UNTIL U LEARN TO SURF;U WILL NEVER C D BEAUTIFUL SHORE AHEAD…u r who u are today bcos uve taken a great risk! which is learning how to surf!!!
DEADLY WAVES WILL COME N GO!STORM WILL ERUPT EVERYNOW N THEN!! BUT DEAR1…JST KIP SURFING COS THERE LIES UR VICTORY…
PEACE N A FIST!!!
February 28th, 2008 at 1:15 pm
Thinking of it all makes me laugh. This is something that happened ,that you wouldnt even wish your worst enemy. The humiliation and all that,but Felix am proud of you.
February 28th, 2008 at 3:23 pm
Felix,
Nice story man. You could win a pulitzer prize yet. It’s funny and deep all at the same time.
I’m loving it more man
March 1st, 2008 at 9:13 pm
Finish the story now, u well?
March 2nd, 2008 at 9:29 pm
Na wah oh to say i don become lawyer dat time i for help(lol)for real dude.
March 2nd, 2008 at 9:33 pm
But really money between your BUTT? i can imagine(lol)
April 9th, 2008 at 10:35 pm
If u present this as a movie script, something can come out of this, so touchy, anyway the problem may be lasting but not everlasting