I am fifteen, but the police gave me the age of eighteen and got me jailed.
I am fifteen, but the police gave me the age of eighteen and got me jailed
My elder brother asked me to accompany him to the town. When we went, he asked me to wait for him as he passed in between two containers, not knowing he was stealing from one of the containers.
The next day, in the early morning, the police came to our house, and when my brother saw, he ran away, and the police insisted that once I came with my brother, it meant I was part of it. They took me to the police station. I tried to explain, but they beat me severely and I told them that I was part of It happened in Sefwi Domenase. My parents are dead, and I am now living with my grandmother. I’m not going to school because no one was helping me. I was in class six when my parents died.
I didn’t see my parents’ bodies when they died. I know how to barber, so I was doing it to buy food. If I didn’t get a job and I’m tired, I just go and sleep. If someone gives my grandmother food, she will call me to eat with her. I am not eighteen; the police gave me that age just to sentence me.
The judge didn’t ask me anything, but the lawyer asked my age, and I said fifteen years, and he said how did they write eighteenth years on the sheet? I replied, “I don’t know unless you ask those who brought the sheet. The lawyer explained that once the number eighteen appears on the sheet, it means I am eighteen years old.The judge finally sentenced me to serve two years in prison.