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This iReport is part of an assignment:
Everyday racism: Your stories
Part-5 - Zambia-Police-Investigation
In the morning of 30.August I drive with the taxi to the Immigration
Office Kasama and there I can I receive my passport and my ‘Visiting
Permit’ (reason for the visit : marriage), after I
did pay 1’000.—Kwacha.
Tuesday 3.September we all (mother and father of Petronella,
Petronella, Me. Kaumba, myself) drive with the taxi to the Local Court
Kasama because today Petronella’s (and Charles) divorce will be
proceded at the court.
After some other cases are treated by the judges Petronella and
Charles are called to come infront and to stand on the wooden podiums.
Then Charles begins to speak in the language Bemba.
The judge speaks with Charles and as well with Petronella in the
language Bemba for only a short time.
Then Charles leaves the podium and he walks out of the court-building.
Many viewers that sit in the audience (including myself) are looking
after him surprised.
Soon all of us we are standing outside the court-building in the
front-yard and there Mr. Kaumba explains to me what actually happened.
Mr. Kaumba explains to me that Charles told the judges that he doesn’t
feel well at the moment, he feels ill and that he is at the moment
sick – and that is the reason why the judge declares the
divorce-proceeding to be postponed to a later date (>26.September).
Obviously Charles has good knowledge of the law and he is able to
postpone the court-proceedings to a later date (without that anybody can
see that Charles has an illness or a sickness, in contrary Charles
makes a healthy impression and he seems to be rather healthy and fit,
full of self-confidence).
After attending court Mr. Kaumba and I we go nextdoor to the office of
the Local Court Kasama, this is the office of the clerk (woman that
works for the Local Court) to file the appeal in my case (Charles
Simwinga, ‘snatching of wife without ant reason’, ‘marriage
interference’), ; Mr. Kaumba (committee-member Chishipula Village)
signs the appeal as my witness.
The clerk tells me at this moment (when I file the appeal at her
office) that I should come to this office to see her again in 1 week,
so that she (=clerk of Local Court) can explain to me how we will
proceed with my appeal.
Wednesday, 11. September, I go to the clerk’s office (Office Local
Court Kasama) again and there the clerk hands over the my file to
another employee of the Local Court . Together (> the employee of the
Local Court and myself) we walk to the office of ‘Provincial Local
Court Officer’ about 500m away from the clerk’s office – and there at
the office of the of ‘Provincial Local Court Officer’ I can file the
appeal in my case.
The employee working in the office of the of ‘Provincial Local Court
Officer’ tells me that I should come to his office in about a week so
that he can inform me about the proceedings in the case of my appeal.
05:00 hours in the morning of 12.September I am waked up by
vehicle-noise and voices of people that are talking together; then it
is again quiet for some minutes; I can hear people talking outside,
not far away from my window; it is dark outside, inside the house the
light is turned on as I leave the light turned on during the night (>
I think this is better for security reasons); then suddenly I see
flashlight next to the window that is shining into the house; it is
still dark outside, the sun has not yet risen…
suddenly somebody knocks to my door and a voice of a man says :
’please open the door, police!’
Flashlight is shining through the narrow opening above a window that
is otherwise closed by bricks;
I’m sleepy but I answer :’what do you want, what is it about?!’
The voice of the police-officer repeats : ’immediately open the door,
we are the police!’
Eventually I open the door and already a police-officer stands inside
my house, others follow him.
the police-officer shows me a paper and says that he is allowed to do
a house-search (–> the police wants to search through my house at
this time of the day, remember that it is still dark outside and
without a flashlight you can virtually see nothing at all!) ;
Obviously I’m very surprised and astonished but I let the
police-officers enter into my house (> what else could I do in this
situation?); some police-officers remain outside ; more than one
officer is armed with a machine-gun; (> in total maybe 10
police-officers are now standing either inside my house or are staying
outside my house as gards);
These police-officers now start to search through my house, they start
with looking at my baggages,
they look at everything, they turn around everything;
they confiscate all of my electronic devices:
> Computer (Laptop, Acer)
> Digital Photocameras (2x, Canon)
> External Harddisk (Western Digital)
> memory-cards for digital cameras
> Battery-Charger (2x)
> rechargeable batteries (about 10)
> E-reader/Ebook (2x Sony E-reader)
> various computer-cables
> Sony Xperia (Smartphone, Cellularphone)
One of the 10 Police-Officers that made the house-search was a women police-officer.
This was the first time that I did meet with the police-officer Mr.Bwalya, as Mr. Bwalya (=police-officer, Kasama Police) is commanding/leading the house-search done at my house in Chishipula Village.
Eventually I must sign papers that are shown to me by Me.Bwalya:
- paper that allowes him to do the house search in my house
- paper that lists all confiscated items
Maybe 1 hour after the police-officers entered into my house (> it was then dark night) mr.Bwalya tells to me that there are now finished with the house-search and we will now leave for the police-station, I (=Daniel Thomet) should of course come with them to the police-station.
We now leave the house, it is twilight (but the sun has not yet risen) , we can see good enough so the police-officers do not need the flashlights/torches anymore.
There are fairly many people standing outside of my house, and these spectators are watching carefully what is going on. Quite a lot of neighbors (maybe 20 people) are witnessing this house-search done at my house in Chishipula Village, this neighbors are as well witnessing that the Kasama-Police is leading me away to their police-station (> deportation, arrest).
The 10 police-officers (armed at least by 1 , maybe 2, machine-guns, other arms?) are somewhat made unsecure by the crowd standing very close to us and by these many people watching the police-officers arresting me, remember it is very early in the morning and almost dark (>what if the people would interfere aggressively? – maybe if I was a black man/person then the situation might exaggerate/get out of control?!).
I must get on the police-pick-up behind, there behind on the pick-up I’m accompanied by some other police-officers. We drive swiftly towards the Kasama-police-station.
At about 07:00 hours we arrive at the police-station Kasama. The police-officers direct me to a building at the side (=not the main building) and there I am guided to an office.
My Acer-Laptop-computer is on a table and turned on , the police-officers want to take a look at my laptop-computer. At least 3 police-officers (one of them is a woman) are looking interested at the screen of my laptop (1 police-officer calls himself to be a ‘computer-wizzard’ and he is operating the laptop, while the others are watching) .
The ‘police-computer-wizzard’ starts to talk to me, he wants me to show photos to him, photos