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Big Jayne ❤️…
@JayneByDesign
Fitness || Hybrid Athlete || Sports Management || Sports (Field Hockey | Rugby | Judo e.t.c) || VA & Everything In Between... Muscle Mommy 🏋🏾♀️
Uranus Katılım Haziran 2015
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The room was different from the others immediately. It was isolated and heavily locked with chains around the door. One of the corps members beside me asked why whoever was inside wasn’t outside with the others.
The officer paused for a second before replying.
“He is dangerous.”
The way he said it immediately changed everybody’s mood.
Another corps member asked what the person did.
The officer said the man had been wanted in the whole Nigeria for a very long time and that many people outside didn’t even know he was being kept there because of how dangerous he was.
At that point nobody was talking anymore.
The officer slowly unlocked the chains.
When the door opened, everywhere inside was dark. There was only one tiny window that barely allowed any light to enter. The room smelled damp and hot. You could hardly see anything.
Then the officer brought out his torchlight and pointed it inside.
And that was when we saw him.
The man slowly stood up from the corner.
It was Micheal Scofield.
He begged us to give him some snacks we brought that they always feed him garri. He said his tattoo is not working in Nigeria
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During my NYSC last year in Adamawa State, our CDS group visited a prison.
Till today, I genuinely don’t think I’ve recovered from what I saw there.
We went there with good intentions. We carried detergents, food items and other little things we thought would help them. The plan was simple talk to the inmates, encourage them, advise them and remind them that life could still change for the better.
The moment we entered the prison compound, the atmosphere changed completely.
One of the officers told us to drop all our phones inside a small office before going further. At first I didn’t think much of it, but the moment that door closed behind us, I started feeling uncomfortable. The silence inside that place was not normal.
As we approached, the officers ordered them to come out and sit on the floor for us. Around 70 of them slowly walked out and sat quietly without making noise.
Most of them were very young. Maybe around 21 to 28 years old. Boys that looked like they should still be in school or hustling outside trying to survive life.
But what shocked me first was their appearance.
Almost all of them looked extremely skinny. Their hair was completely barbed low to the point where you could clearly see the shape of their skulls. Not normal skinny… the kind that makes you uncomfortable when you look too long.
Then I noticed an old man sitting among them.
🍷@whoknowslevi
ever had a prison visit experience that haunted you for days????
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@slickback042 @e_janitors_001 Omo na small small o , you’ll get there.
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Or na when my lips don clip to my teeth?
I dey the cliff laidis, abeg cleft for me. Cleft for me oh, jesu!!!
Big Jayne ❤️…@JayneByDesign
Rock of ages cleft for me, Abi na when I start to tiff?!!!
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