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GboyegaD:
It is well. My experience in the cell was in 1998 and it was about 4 hours. The police picked me up during their raid at Tincan Island. I was slapped by a useless police officer because I asked for his warrant of arrest. My mom had to bail me with N2500. She was there when I was picked and asked the question. She had to beg me to follow the police men because for me, I felt I was been humiliated on my right.

The cell was pretty empty and sincerely, I slept off where I sat. I guess it was because I knew my mom was surely coming to bail me that very day.

Sorry about your story but 13 months was such a long time. Were you able to pay back the money?

I just came out few weeks ago. I'm still down, hopefully I will get a job next year so I can start earning something for myself and my son. My complainant didn't take it easy on me hence d reason I stayed long.

I will also appreciate any form of financial assistance to get a Christmas cloth for my son. I'm failing as a father

My acct was suspended for 24hrs. I'm just coming back online, I guess someone reported my post

Etosha:
I visited Afokang prison in Calabar when I was a student... I am yet to perceive a similar odour in real life.

I'm telling you sir, it's that bad

Nice2023:
Sorry,if u are a man... u are a widower.

And hope u have change from ur old ways?

Good luck to u.

yes sir. I have changed. I wasn't that type of person initially but I didn't have choice to save my son. The widow part I was referring to my mom

So were asked to sleep on one side of our arm so others could get a place to sleep, just like how a sardine is packed even worse with beating ooo...

It was the worse night in my life, I couldn't sleep all through the night. Is it the way we slept? Or the odours coming out? Or the beatings from the cell marshals? Or the cries of people like me who were innocent looking types.

So early as 5:30am they were woken with belts and abara(yoruba words for bare hands) for morning prayers both Christian and Muslims.

Before we could finish our prayers, they brought breakfast( beans) even a dog doesn't deserve that kinda beans.

See boys yearning for these beans, I will so shocked I rejected the beans meanwhile I didn't have any food to eat in the morning but I couldn't eat that thing.

When the day became more bright, they asked for inmates to pack shit. They selected from our cell but I wasn't selected. I heard it was because of the 4k my mom sent I was given a grace. Few people were asked to go outside for daily business and funfair but we as alejo(new comers) we were locked up. But we were later taken out for documentations and also they barbed our hair. Very horrifying experiences. Pls say no to crime🙏😢

I will continue my story, I'm coming

Kobojunkie:
I know Lagos state prides itself as a state ahead of the others, so do you know if the government even pays attention to the condition and treatment of inmates in these jails?

conditions and treatments u say? Lmao... No one cares about anyone once u are in there. We were treated like shits and nobody, I'm sure lagos govt doesn't know such a place exist

It was my turn to call my family, I knew I don't have to call except my mother but I didn't wish to call her because I knew how was feeling when I was taken into prison also with the fact she will be in hospital to be with my son, but I still had to call her and I explained the situation in there to her which she eventually sent 4k to the account provided by the cell leaders.

The cell marshals consist of

Section 1- he's the head of the cell>
02 - he's the deputy>
DPO- he takes down names and registration of new inmates brought to the cell>
OC Lamba- he's in charge of the water used in the cell
OC food- he's in charge of food shared to inmates in a cell.
Mopol- he's in charge of beating inmates in cell.



So after my mom sent the money I was still beaten because they asked I pay a minimum of 25k. My 4k was gone.

Later that evening, Muslims in d cell were asked to do their prayers then Christian also did theirs, all in the cell, they all had their sessions.

Trust me, especially the Christians, there were alot of talents in prison, ranging from drummers to singers to preachers. I was also a talent Cus I'm a very good drummer and singer.

After the prayers, then our main suffering begun, it was time to sleep.

Imagine a room with over 200+ grown ups to sleep excluding those who paid to be on bed. Those who didn't pay were asked to sleep on the floor, packed like sardine (they call it jankara) it was the hell I was talking about.

I'm coming back to tell this part

So I was arraigned at a magistrate court in lagos, my charges were read to me which I pleaded not guilty. The magistrate in charge, a woman, then adjourned the case, granted me bail and I was remanded at ikoyi prison pending my bail will be perfected.

We got to ikoyi prison, our entrance into the prison yard, I sobbed so hard that other inmates in the bus were looking at me like I never see anything.

We arrived at the prison, and we were ask to drop our phones, money, wristwatch and anything on us. Infact we were thoroughly searched, and while we were being searched, some hard faced looking guys were calling for us and asking for our names, I later got to know they were the elders in various cells.

We were all matched into a cell called D ward cell 5, commonly known as welcome cell, trust me when I say that cell was a hell on earth.

We were thoroughly searched by the leaders of the cell again to see if we have any cash on us. Anyone found with cash with will be stripped of the money and beaten like a goat.

Permit me to say, I saw adults, touts crying like babies in these cell, Why? They are new inmates, the leaders in the cell had a phone which was supposed to be prohibited but they had it, lol..
So they asked each one of us to call our families and bill them to send money to us(they had an acct in there) if we wanted to live fine and sleep well in the cell. Anyone who didn't have anyone to call or doesn't get money would be made to go through hell.

Believe me, anyone who survives that hell will survive anything in Nigeria today.

I will be right back to continue my story

Good evening fellow Nigerians and nairalanders reading my story.

I'm about sharing the story of my life as a single father and how I landed in ikoyi prison and my release.

First of all before I commence with my story I will love to give a special shout out to my aged mother for staying with me during these tough times despite being a widow without any source of income. Please help me say a prayer to her that may she reap the fruits of her labour.

Back to my story, my misfortune started when I started working as a dispatcher for a company. I wouldn't lie I was totally at fault for my ordeal but it wasn't intentional as I had to divert the company's funds for my personal issue(my son's health)

I was arrested and taken to court by my employer and was remanded at ikoyi prison pending was bail was perfected.

I was 13 months of my life in prison. I will share my experiences in prison soon.

Also, I'm glad my son I spent all these money on was hale and hearty as I came back from prison because I promised him I was gonna celebrate this Xmas with him despite sending the last Xmas in prison and I'm glad God made it possible even if I don't have money to get him a Xmas clothes.

I will be right back to share my experience here

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