Temilade [completed] Season 2

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Temilade [completed] Season 2

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Prison is just another
world entirely, where people lost their sanity due to intense and periodic thought of survival. Prison is too- good to live. A place where a half-cooked tin of beans is breakfast, saltless half-cooked tin of rice is lunch and a tin of garri is equivalent to human dinner. Funny enough one cries is another man laughter. You asked me why?

Yea, let me tell you as at last budget I saw for NPS(Nigeria prison service), one thousand five hundred naira was budgeted for each inmate which included ATM (awaiting trial men), convicted (real prisoner) and liver (life imprisonment). Now, if such amount is allocated to each inmate and yet they are not spending upto three hundred naira for an inmate, then by implication “ones cries is another’s laughter”. Human food here is based on ration. Hmmm! Prison is an institution to study life in diverse manner.

Prison is a country on her own that constitute cells which can be regarded as states. We have posts like the Provost, vice-provost, IG, DIG with other executives.

I met about seventy eight females as inmates. Among which some were convicted, liver with ATM having the largest population. As an inmate serving a jail term, we would eat beans in the morning before embarking on crude farming of no harvest. Days became week.Weeks became month. Months became a year. Temilade clocked a year in prison.

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It’s eight o’clock on wednesday night, time for story as the activity of each cell. The provost of my cell announced the commencement of story telling every inmate to maintain silence thereby appointed mobile police to watch noise maker for appropriate punishment. He commanded IG to mount the next person as scheduled. Few minutes later, a girl was sat down on isolated and only available box.

She was asked to tell us what brought her to prison. She said, her father facilitated her present condition.

She began her narrations:
My name is Adejoke, the only daughter of a reputable personality in outside ward. I was just seventeen years of age then. I lived with my father and his gateman. One day I was about to cook, so I went to his room to ask him what he would like to eat. I was about opening his door when I heard him receiving a call. While listening to his conversation, i heard him saying he was unable to get the sacrificial lamb. I was shocked when I heard this which made me to determined to eavesdrop more. I later heard him screaming that he don’t want to die. I was afraid of being suspected by him so I rushed back to kitchen.


Ten minutes later, he
called me from his room. When I got to his room, he asked me to drop the knife I was holding on his table (which I was using to dice onion) that I need to adjust his bedsheet for him. Though I’m not emotionally balance due to what I heard some minutes back. I adjusted the bedsheet but when I was about going back, he grabbed me from behind in an attempt to rape me. I struggled with all my strength to free myself but I couldn’t. He penetrated me, he took away my pride.

After he satisfied his o----m, I managed to pick the knife and stabbed him twice in his abdomen and pushed him away in attempt to run to my room.

No one to narrate my ordeal to as I was heplessly remained a being with shattered hope. No one to share my predicament to because I lost my mum when I was just 9years old. What a shameful father I begot!
Twenty minutes later, a team of SSS came to our house to arrest me.

I slept in the cell for two days before I was charged to court and sentenced to fifteen years imprisonment for an attempted murderer without asking me any question from presiding judge.

Hmmm! Where is justification in this country even though I was underage? In my third month here in prison, I discovered that the said rape has finally became a foetus. I wept bitterly with no one to console me. Being rape by my biological father is disheartening and having baby for him is an everlasting stigma. If I want to abort it how do I get the medicine in prison? As some of you here knew, I had a baby for my biological fath…….before she could pronounce that bisyllabic word she was consumed by cry as hot tears trickled down her cheek.

I’m not an exception, tears had soaked my cloth. What a wicked world we found ourselves. The cell was as silence as graveyard that night. I slept with great concerned of what this girl had passed through in her tender age. Is such an heartless father exist? Can such happened? If it’s true, what could be the sole aim of his action? Can he use
his daughter for ritual rite?? These are the series of questions begging for answer in my heart all through the night.