Im going to share something to all my friends on Facebook and all what is breaking me down the memories of my son and how he was gun down by the police. on March 1st 2012 my son had to go to work but did not have the fare to go he was a people person kind and always think of others on that day my son cooked my dinner when it was almost done he said his uncle wait until its finished his uncle was going to church but he stayed and waited until the dinner was shared my son then took a shower said hes going to get a smoke he ask a friend for $30 but got 100 he went to buy his smoke before leaving he said he was going to look for a friend she was sick a big woman who knew him from he was a child upon going to the shop he was stopped by the police searched and sent home on his way coming back home he stopped at his friends house which is the big woman I mention her daughter said to him juhvaan why do you dress in black go home and change as a matter of fact stay home with your mom dont come back on the road he was coming home when he was stopped by someone who he was acquainted with doing so the police came my son he held his hands in the air saying officer I am NOT a bad man and was smiling the police then proceeded by shooting my son and the young man he was talking to I could have felt every shot I could felt every shot that entered my son I was half naked when I run to my gate way when the last shot was fired I already reached the crime scene I said to the officer I was told that someone who was clad in black got shot an my son is clad in black same time I heard my son said mommy I said to the officer I want to see if its my son his reply move from here this is a crime scene dont come here with your excitement after hearing that it was my son i fainted then it was hard to identify my son body the next day the witness who saw everything feared for their life because they were threatened and was told not to give a statement to the indecom feared for their life they left the area even my kids and I are in fear of the police from then we cant live in peace then one day I was on my varandah a police I know pull up at my gate with his colleagues he knew my son and know that my son wasnt a bad person he apologized for the death of my son an stated he was at the wrong place at the wrong time that cannot bring back my son after my son death I was followed my kids and I we couldnt sleep at nights because someone is always trying to break in it was traumatizing for god sake it was the police who killed my son and my kids and I have to be running for OUR lives. my son wasnt a bad person people will trouble him yes and hell curse back sometimes I tell him just leave them when my son got suspended from Waterford High School he started to wash cars then move on to work at a well known factory at lakes pen my son always look out for me and his sisters Sharing this now Im prepared for the out come the world only hear half of this story if you hear all about my son the person that he was tears tears would fall from your eyes even now Im not the same cause a piece of me was ripped out but when God is in the vessel he smiles at the storm. thank you for reading the story of my son even though its not all I have said. goodnight my friends and all readers.
Posted on: Sat, 20 Sep 2014 04:07:45 +0000
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