ANT HON IA O JEN A GB ON

CEO, Silton African Kitchen

Iwas 8 months pregnant. We went to Festac for the christening of my sister-in-law’s grandchild. On our way back, they stopped us. “Oga park, l say park” and Sylvester (my husband) parked where he was instructed to.

They checked all our papers, asked for money which we insisted we did not have, they insisted they were taking him away and they would pay for a taxi for me to go home, they dragged him to their van, It was late at night.

They started dragging Sylvester and l was scared to death. They threatened to waste us and it hit me, if help doesn’t come we are finished. I lived with an uncle who is a police man so l understand how this works.

We begged and begged and begged. When begging didn’t work, l just started shouting, l asked which station and they didn’t answer, I ran to the middle of the road, l started stopping cars, l was shouting, “police wants to carry my husband away” one of the policemen said I should shut up or he will shoot.

I kept shouting and crying loudly, cars started slowing down when they saw a pregnant woman shouting and crying at that time of the night by the road side to find out what was going on.

Four men came out from their cars to meet us, with my big stomach; l just knelt down, still shouting and crying that my husband be released by the police. I started the story asking what l will tell his mother, I told the police he is an only son and that his mother was aged.

We were eventually allowed to leave after some time.

We demand an end to police brutality!