The following morning, the police cell smelled like rotten cotton. I couldn't stand that room because the women I found in there hadn't had their baths in such a long period. The floor was mist and cockroaches kept moving around, as I sat on that floor, I could see one to two rats move from one top of the room to the other. In a short period, a female constable came calling,
"Mwinjileni Davies!"
"That's me," I said as I stood in a hurry wondering if it was a visitor or if they just wanted me.
The cell was opened, I walked to the reception and was led to the questioning room.
There was a different man this time, he seemed to have a good sense of humour,
"There comes Wonder Woman, the bravest of them all." He said as I walked in.
I pulled out my chair and sat.
"So, my dear, tell me
