Episode 89 On my way to Joburg there were things on my mind, it was either I would get into deep trouble or I would be lucky and be told to get lost. Just like when I was a kid when my neighbour found me eating his carrots from his garden. On my way there I was listening to ukhozi fm and my story came out again, they had made me look like some criminal who had planned all his moves, now they had now even said the car I was driving and the plate number. The chair swallowed me as the fear got the best of me. The trip back to joburg was actually shorter than the one from. In a few hours I was back in the city again, I normally had excitment when I came to Joburg, this time I was nevours. I couldnt drive my car no more so I took it where I had parked the other car. I moved all the things from the other car to my car and left it there. I then went to Dawnpark police station. I parked and went inside the station afternoon sir, where can I find detective Mbatha. Office:Errr, Mbatha a gona. I think he, wait, arent you the boy were are looking for. Me:Umm I dont know, I just. Officer:Ay futsek wena mfana.You are that boy man, batamela mo ebile o bolela sekgowa(you even speak english). He dragged me like I was about to flee. He cuffed me that instant and took me to some big empty office with a table and a few chairs.I just came to. Officer:Yewena san, a re raloke le wena. Wa rasa (we not kiddin. You making noise man). The last stare he gave me took every word in me, I was quiet, with my hands behind my back. I sat in that room while they were standing by the door whispering.One more thing sani. They came and took out everything in my pocket, my keys, phone and wallet. The way he was shifting me around as he put his big hands in my pockets, I knew that instant that if I dared opened my mouth again he would give me a hard smack. He didnt look like the kinda guy who chilled at home and cracked jokes with his kids, no. An hour later the two officers came inWoza. I stood as fast as I could and followed them. I was praying they were letting me go, but who was I to ask.names and surname. Me:Michael Mkhabela. They wrote everything down on a book, I was hoping its some release register.Ok Michael, this are you rights, I will be your arresting officer. You are under arrest for the murder, please remove your belt and shoe laces. He handed me the arrest statement. I read it over and overif you dont understand it, I can read it for you, the proud officer added. I shook my head and kept reading it. I dont know why but I just cried that moment. He came closer and gave me a newspaper wipe your tears with this, where you are going you will never see a toilet paper. He added. I tried to control my tears but I had lost the power too, I didnt kill anyone. I swear to God I didnt kill her. Officer:You will tell that to someone who cares my boy. He held out his hand for the belt and laces. I took them off and he escorted me to a cell.This is where you will spend the night. He pushed me in and locked. The sound of the lock gave me one scare you wouldnt even get watching any kinda scarry movie. The place was dark and stinking. It had a tiny window which was covered in mud. Two other guys were already there when I came. They stared at me like I wasnt behaving in a way they liked. I didnt want to look like a sissy so I tried not to cry. An hour later I was called again,Michael. Me:Its me. Im Michael. I shouted with excitment. I came out of the cellSomeone is bailing you out. Me:Dankie tate. I thought of people who could bail me, Ema couldnt have came to joburg this fast. When I got there some Nigerian guy in a suit was waiting impatiently, he was like a soccer player who was given a suit. When they removed the cuffs I couldnt just walk away with a stranger I didnt know.I dont know this guy. I havnt seen him before. After the guy attempted to bail me they decided I had to be transfed to Katlehong, where I would be secure. Two cops came in and took me to Katlehong, where in an hour the same thing happened. They also transferd me to Yeoville, where I also faced a charge of possesion of stole vehicle. Apparently the car I drove was registerd on Angels name, little did I know. I wasnt some professional what what. I couldnt explain anything without telling the whole story from scratch. I did. What suprised me is no one was asking who might have killed Angel. They all asked where the money was. In the middle of the night I was busy going from one police station to another. I couldnt sleep, I couldnt think of it. The next day the took me to some detective house around Yeoville where undercover cops worked. It was just a house till you get inside to find handcufss and blood stains where furniture is supposed to be. I met the guy who ran the place, I wont mention names at this instance.Mr Michael, I am not a police officer, so I dont ask questions. I just wanna help you practise how to tell a story. He then called two guys who took me to the other side of the house, where there was a pool. The entire mansion had offices in it, you could hear guys screaming as they were locked in freezers tied up to the roof and all sorts of beat up, if Oscar went there, he would have said what really happened to Reeva and how. I kept wondering what they had planned for me. When I got to the pool they made me kneel next to the pool in the deep end and then kicked me in. With my hands behind my back, screw the black people cant swim(not all blacks cant swim lolest) I kept kicking for air as the water kept holding me back. I fought for a few minutes till the water gained access to my mouth, my eyes were filled with tears and water such that I just gave up. Just when I touched the bottom of the pool I was fished out with a stick. If that was the beginning, I didnt even want to see the end, let alone the middle.
Posted on: Thu, 20 Nov 2014 21:37:54 +0000
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