Turning Table

Part 1

Part 1

***I had as many doubts as anyone else. Standing on the starting line, we're all cowards***

"We back home baby!" he said kissing me, we just touched down in South Africa I was more excited in
meeting my son, but he wanted to go clubbing and talk to few business partners.

I was his doll face, spend his money ask no question and do exactly what he says,
So we spend the night clubbing, he was happy, and him having slippery  hand I saw his hands on the thigh of one of the cocktail waitress serving out table,
Me: baby it's getting late...I'm sleepy may go please "
He kissed me roughly and pulled out,
" keep the bed worm will be coming back late "
He said not even looking at me,

He told the driver to drop me home, I was not even out of the door, when I glance back at the VIP section the waitress was already in his lap, exchanging spit with my husband,
I sigh and walked out.

I haven't been in this house for over two years, being married to businessman does that, just when I took off my shoes I was meet by a loud banging on the door,

When I opened the door cops were everywhere, pointing guns at me pushing me inside,
" what'd going on?"
Cop: Mrs. Oyama we have a search warrant to your house "
Me: what? ... I have not been in this house for over two years what do you mean??"

I'm shouting and screaming as the man in black, with big guns invaded my personal space, I am terrified as shit, I have only seen HAWKS on TV and now they are in my house, turning it upside down,  
I took my phone trying to call my husband with trambling hands but I notice that I had three tall buffed up guys following me, they're all up on my face,

" The number you have dialed does not Exist "

I popped my eyes open I looked at the screen it the correct number, it's my husband's number that I dialed, but what's going on?
I tried it again  .... And again ...and again ... But still, hear the voice notification
" damn it !!"  I cursed out loud, now I'm scared really scared this shit just became real.

" Bingo!! " one of the tall white men said, he opens my mirror, wait...hold up its a secret door behind a full-length mirror, it's the first time I'm seeing it, when they walked In I followed them I dropped my mouth looking at what inside, it was drug warehouse and there were people inside working, ooh my God! I held my mouth.

" Mrs. Oyama... You under arrest for drug smuggling"
My husband attorney walked in and whispered in my ear " don't say a word till I get there"
Me: George what the fuck is going on??!"
I scream as the cops restrain me, they are reading my right, while I keep shouting, trying to convince them
"I don't know anything!!..."
" I didn't do anything "
But my cries, my plea fell on deaf ear...and just in a wink of an eye im behind bars.

The trial date came and trying to convince the judge and jury was even worst! I cried trough out the trial, telling them I'm not guilty they got the wrong person, but with all evidence pointing at me, I was screwed.

The house was under my name only,
International bank account where all transfer and money laundering
was done belonged to me, every order, every call made to dealers the number that was used was traced back to a number registered under my name.

" look Mrs. Oyama we know that you know nothing about this shit, we know that your husband framed you, and he pinned all this dirt on you, we just want to know where he is?"
Me: I don't know "
" who does he work with? "
Me: I don't know "
" what were you doing in Colombia for so many years ?"
Me: I'm just a housewife I don't know anything please believe me..."
" Does he still have contacts with the Nigerians ?"
Me: I DONT KNOW!!!! I DON'T  KNOW !!!"

That was 25 years ago the day I took a fall for my husband ... The perfect crime yes Love put me behind bars.

" Mrs. Rosette Oyama... This is the day ...you free to go"
I just looked at the guard, as she escorts me out
Her: please behave outside we don't want to see you back here again"
Me: that will depend mainly on how I will settle my score with my husband "

I walked out of the barbed wire
tall fence barefoot, dressed the same way the cops took me that dreadful night, Silver freak em dress, no money on my back but bleeding heart chained In barbed wire.

I'm Rosseta Oyama this is my story.

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