Crossing the Threshold of Death… Welcome to Hell Fire Awkuzu Sars
Unshackle Clinic
15th October,2020
Dr Justin Ogoo Nwankwo
AWKUZU SARS IS AN ABATTOIR AND CSP JAMES NWAFOR WAS THE CHIEF BUTCHER (Part 2)
I am a witness and a victim
Crossing the Threshold of Death… Welcome to Hell Fire Awkuzu Sars
My memoirs of 81 days journey in the Nigerian Anambra. Abattoir
‘I arrived Awkuzu SARS on the 1st day of August, 2013 with My boss Chief
in a weakened body after 6hrs lock up in the black Maria with 12 other staff of Upper Class Hotel. I have kept my mind alert refusing to faint or collapse in the van. Yet upon arrival, I could read the bold inscriptions on the wall of that Abattoir camp which reads…
” Well come to hell fire”
I quickly told myself that we are in for the worst.
I have heard the tales of this abattoir. I always thought and believed that it was the land of mongrels and that it was absolutely reserved for hardened criminals until I arrived!
But No…I was mistaken! It was a center for butchering both the innocent and the guilty! A theatre of human death and sale of human parts.
Remind me , I shall tell you about the doctor always on white flowing agbada in Awkuzu Sars who comes to treat gun shots and his expertise in negotiating human parts!
Marshalled straight by the almighty O.C SARS to an open rickety hall upon our arrival : all other victims were separated, each to his or her own fate.
Torture in the Abattoir: Perspective and insights into it ( Only the lucky survives)
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Standing by one end was a police officer with two suspects who were chained together and tempo of the interrogation was getting higher. Momentarily forgetting my own ordeal…I kept a gaze on all corners of the hall abandoned with an ominous look of a 2nd world war torture camp.
Ropes were streaming down from ceiling tops, bags of sand were elevated on perimeter wall fence of the hall and all types of rod and metal varying in shape, length and size was starring at you while you hear shouts of people from the back of the hall screaming the name of their late great grandmothers to come and intercede on their behalf.
Buckets of water are standby in case one faints or opts to die before appending signature to already written statements. I was still taking the mein of the entire facility when I was jolted back to reality by the sound of a rapid military rifle…tem tem tem!!!!!.
You no wan talk…you wan follow am go, you wan travel!!! were the words resonating from the other end of the hall. I tried looking but slaps from my I.P.O…Investigating Police Officer reminded me that I was not in this camp for Excursion or Tourism.
…That guy don travel oooo ..said my IPO.So make you tell me the truth otherwise I go travel you were the words from the officer.
Meanwhile, the O.C Sars, the 2aice (2nd in command) and about 4 other police officers started asking me questions ranging from personal to family to academic background questions
…when I got to the level that I was a PhD student, the questions ceased and the O.C shouted …Mr. Tell us what happened or in his Abakaliki ascent…ma agbajisie gu ukpa la abo (shoot your two legs). I started my story of what happened but that was not what they wanted to hear. The questions were already made and I must be categorical in my answers
…Your director kills people…No Sir I retorted!
And the torture started properly… Make him talk( ordered the OC James Nwafor) before he went to supervise the torture of Chief Bonaventure Mokwe at the back of the hall)
Ropes were tied by my two hands…by the two legs, then both leg and hand bended and tied together with a rod passing through in between them and then elevated to a perimeter wall.
In fact, if you have watched a goat prepared for barbecue of suya night then you are close to the picture.
At the turn of each question and non compliance, a bag of sand is added at my back to add extra pain. Cries upon wails until you pass out. Ooh you want to die…common Justin death is far removed! A cold bucket of water quickly spoils your trance and brings you back to reality.
From minutes to hours, the torture lasted ontop of the beam. In the cell ,we call it ” Hanging” The boss of the cell will always differentiate ” ndi agbara”hanging with others because you will be laid flat at the cell for at least 3 days before your joints starts to heal.
The ” hanging” never stops until finally you start saying that you killed Ibrahim Babangida so that you can be brought down meanwhile Babangida is alive.
From hanging on the beam, tying of rope in a strangulation mode around the neck, Inserting of pin and rope inside the penis to shooting of bullets in a circular fashion around increasing the tempo of the questions at each turn, one is immersed into a theatre of pain and your pre written statements a product of individual pain threshold. In the midst of my torture, I opted to set forth at dawn…dragging myself to crossover the thresholds of deaths but they were Anthills in the Savannah.
On his part Bonaventure Mokwe was undergoing his own routine hanging and strangulation and his shouts of nne mooo, nne moooo, nne moooo !!!!! was re-vibrating from the back of the hall!
I will kill you and nothing will happen…were consistently echoing from the Chief Butcher James Nwafor! But at this point, every body was carrying his own cross… nothing I could do to help the old man but to soak my own pain without giving up the ghosts!
The gods were wise! Around 8pm that night, I was unconsciously taken into Cell 5. I came to know the real essence of that cell days later.
Cursed with five cells at that Bay…some are better than the others. Cell 5 is the worst because it is tagged “Condemned cell”. If you happen to be there, then you are not in Awkuzu SARS because that cell for them does not exist. High profile criminals caught with military rifles are kept there awaiting execution and because our case had all the above element…I smelled the cell for 6hrs and was transferred out in the morning of next day while the director remained there till the 5th of August. From cell 5 I moved to Cell1 and to cell 4 where I rotted away without taking bath or brush, defecting in a nylon polythene and not seeing the light of day for 81days!
Cell 4 and Cell 3 in Awkuzu Sara are dark cell! No light, no ventilation and no windows! Completely dark from morning to evening! People who are tortured return back with ambulance services performed by inmates since you can neither walk, move or shift any part of your body ….the demand for water is the case consistently but no one gives you! Your Cell boss knows the implications of giving you water and so brotherhood of men is preserved for it transcends the sovereignty of nations!
Cell mates die from suffocations!
Cell mates die from torture effect!
Cell mates die from gun shot wounds unattended!
Cell mates die from trauma!
Cell mates are summarily pulled out and executed in the middle of the night!!!
Akwuzu Sars was a theater of death! An abattoir!
Dying in the cell is a normal occurrence and the ambulance duty each morning is to take them to the back yard for the diabolic looking doctor to confirm!
Cell 4 and 3 were total black out cells filled with the stench of inmates purportedly caught with locally and kidnapping cases.
In my days at Guantanamo bay…I rekindled my pastoral skills and led the two twin cell of 3 &4 in morning, afternoon and night devotions. Sleeping was with one eye open because gunshots fill the air at all times and people are summarily judged through the barrel of a gun. Answering your name at odd hours is risky and mention of your name reminds of the ambulance job we do each day for fallen comrades.
A room of not more than 2 Square size packed up by 29 to 31 suspect
…heat kills,
hunger kills,
mental switch on and off kills
…and police bullets does the rest.
Who will be the next to fire?
At the abattoir, talks of going to court is freedom itself and remanding one in prison custody was answering of prayers from God.
Every day we waited for our turn…singing to the Almighty… Abraham Blessing are mine!
He delivered Paul and Silas!!!!!To the government of my country…
Awkuzu SARS activity was legitimatized and was acceptable by the Government of the Day!
