Narrow Cell Escape
A long time ago, by then I had just concluded my secondary school education, my mum who is a policewoman bought me a phone, and the phone almost landed me in serious trouble. By then, is wasn't working yet, I was always at home sleeping, eating, watching TV, and pressing my phone. The power supply wasn't stable in that region so I had to look for where to charge whenever my phone was almost running out of battery.
On this fateful day, I went to charge my phone in a barbing salon, I went there to meet other people charging, I plugged my phone too. Few minutes after, a lady that went outside, came back inside and complained that her phone has been stolen right where I was sitting with three other girls. We helped her search for the phone but couldn't find it, she accused the three of us of stealing the phone.
She went outside, and after a couple of minutes, she returned with policemen to arrest the three of us who sat there, we were taken as suspect to the station for interrogation. I called my mum, but she said that she won't be able to come immediately, when it was 4pm in the evening, the DPO asked the policemen to lock the three of us in the cell. Fear gripped me, I never imagined that such a day would ever come.
Few minutes after we were thrown into the cell, my mum who is a policewoman finally came, and exercised her power as a force person and I was released immediately, leaving the other two girls in cell. The other two girls were released the next day, after it was discovered that the girl who claimed her phone was missing, misplaced the phone outside the place we were charging, none of the three of us were responsible for it.
Although the phone was tracked and recovered, she was also made to spend a night in the cell for wrongfully accusing us. Since then, I always feel reluctant to go to somebody's shop and charge my phone, even till today, it could have been worse for me back then if my mum wasn't a policewoman. I'll rather pay money to charge than look for free spot where I'll hang around, that cell wasn't a nice place to behold.
On this fateful day, I went to charge my phone in a barbing salon, I went there to meet other people charging, I plugged my phone too. Few minutes after, a lady that went outside, came back inside and complained that her phone has been stolen right where I was sitting with three other girls. We helped her search for the phone but couldn't find it, she accused the three of us of stealing the phone.
She went outside, and after a couple of minutes, she returned with policemen to arrest the three of us who sat there, we were taken as suspect to the station for interrogation. I called my mum, but she said that she won't be able to come immediately, when it was 4pm in the evening, the DPO asked the policemen to lock the three of us in the cell. Fear gripped me, I never imagined that such a day would ever come.
Few minutes after we were thrown into the cell, my mum who is a policewoman finally came, and exercised her power as a force person and I was released immediately, leaving the other two girls in cell. The other two girls were released the next day, after it was discovered that the girl who claimed her phone was missing, misplaced the phone outside the place we were charging, none of the three of us were responsible for it.
Although the phone was tracked and recovered, she was also made to spend a night in the cell for wrongfully accusing us. Since then, I always feel reluctant to go to somebody's shop and charge my phone, even till today, it could have been worse for me back then if my mum wasn't a policewoman. I'll rather pay money to charge than look for free spot where I'll hang around, that cell wasn't a nice place to behold.
