DON'T CHOKE ME

CLOCK IN PRISON

How she ask, I could feel the tears streaming my mothers face, mama don't cry I could manage to say, just when I was about comforting her the more, D.P.O snatch the phone from one of his boys hand, blaring into the phone the address of the station, sending along with it, some words of threat, madam if u don't come quickly, I will make sure ur son dies in prison, I could hear him speak , and better come with a lot of money for bail, he finally spat out ending the call in the process, how I wish all this would just go away and i, waking up on my depress foam, all this were never a dream but rather reality, I knew with every moment that passes my mother health degenerates, just with the thought of me in a police cell, I look at the D.P.O with tears streaming down my face, do u have a mother I manage to ask, shut up he bark at me, anymore word from you, your mother will meet your lifeless body, criminal he added, I spat out the dried blood on my tongue, shifted myself to a better position, expecting what will follow my next word, D.P.O may your life be full of pain, I curse, he descended on me with anger, followed with series of punching and kicking ... to the extends I could no longer feel my ribs, I was drag to my cell that night, left with bruises all over me, praying that morning will come fast, and i with it ....

Morning came earlier than I expected, maybe God finally answered my prayer i thought, I watch as some persons were brought into the cell why some others were release on the detriment of there pocket, with different thought, clouding my mind as a lay down too weak, just then the cell gate was drag open by one of the police man, revealing my mother who was soaked in tears seeing me covered in bruises, her legs could not hold her, she fell to the ground, crawled towards me, I tried to hold back my tears, not wanting to breaks her the more, even my heart at this point failed me, I burst out in tears, she drag me up with the little strength she had, resting my head on her breast, mama I am sorry were the words I could muster, make Una stop Una reunion (both of you should stop this reunion), that was the voice of the D.P.O, you child is a fraudster he continued, tho my mom understood a little bit of English, I knew she didn't understand the meaning of the word fraudster the D.P.O just called me...

my son his not a frauser my mom said trying to pour back the word the D.P.O said tightening me to her breast with more tears streaming down her face, my son is not a frauser she said over and over again, I gently raised up my face to meet the tearing eyes of my sister Bella staring back at me. I knew seeing me in this state broke her heart, the D.P.O traces my gaze to my current attention which was on my sister, his frown face immediately turned into a wild grin, I instantly knew there was trouble.

I was later dragged out of my mothers arm, because she never wanted to let go, she later went with the D.P.O, while my sister fed me with the food they brought from home, I barely finish my food when a police man came telling my sister to leave, that he needed to lock the cell for the rest of the day, Bella pleaded with him to give us some time together, see this fine girl, u better come out or else I go lock u inside till tomorrow morning(look pretty girl, you better come out or you will be locked inside till tomorrow morning), he threatened, no problem you can lock it my sister said, no you need to go I protested, fine girl he said again, you better Get out oo, some of this boys never use eye see woman nor to talk of touch one(it will be best you come out, because some of this inmate have not seen a lady for a while, not to mention touching one), he said more convincing, Bella look around, looking at their face, probably concluded they were never friendly, she gently stood up, walk out of the cell, I needed no soothsayer to tell me she was crying.

Few hours later my mom came to my cell along side my sister, telling me the D.P.O demanding for the sum of five hundred thousand naira, what!!! I exclaim, for being innocent I lamented, don't worry she said, she was going back home to look for the money she assured before leaving, I knew she was never going to get the money, not even after selling the whole of our property, except by some sort of miracle I thought.

I waited patiently for that miracle, which I had been praying for, not too sure if I believe in it anymore, with the hell I have faced, God should at least have a little mercy on me, not minding my fault if I had any, the next day came like a snail carrying a bungalow on it head, expecting my mother to come with some sort of miracle, I waited to the evening, only to b met with disappointment when she came, she never stop crying, how much were you able to gather I ask with hope, thirty thousand naira she manage to say, my hope sank to the bottom of my belly, she left to the D.P.O office to beg for freedom with the sum of thirty thousand ... I knew that will be a hard core to drill, at this point even my faith was much more smaller than a muster seed, to the extent you needed a microscope to be able to see it, my mother came back with much disappointment, he needed all of it, I said trying to read her mind, no my mom replied, what, I ask in confusion, he want your sister to have s*x with him for your freedom ......... what!!!!!!!!!....

watch out for episode 7