ecowas court restores my human dignity

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I am grateful to God for sparing my life to witness what I have been longing to see for years – the restoration of my human dignity by a panel of judges at the ECOWAS Community Court in Abuja, Nigeria. My illegal arrest and detention and subsequent inhumane tortures were purposely meant to seize my dignity.

Unfortunately, the people who led my torture sessions had long since joined their ancestors. Musa Jammeh and Tumbul Tamba would have been buried in shame or received heavy punches from their master fond of exonerating himself from blame when things go wrong.

One may wonder why I was not so quick to react to this much-awaited landmark court. The fact is that I received the news with mixed feelings – it was like being blown with hot and cold air at the same time.

I would have been much happier had Deyda Hydara’s killers been brought to justice and punished for their heinous crime, or if the government comes public with what had happened to Chief Ebrima Manneh whose whereabouts remain mysterious, despite being arrested and detained by the very government whose leadership swore to protect him.                                                                                                          

I was definitely delighted that after years of denial, vigorous defense aimed at covering the truth, the court has proven The Gambia government guilty of illegal arrest, detention and torture.

This is the kind of justice I will be denied outright in The Gambia where the judiciary has lost its credentials of being the last bastion of hope. Our judicial justice has been so rotten that majority of victimized Gambians prefer to cry in silence rather than seek legal redress. What a mockery to democracy, rule of law and justice delivery system!

The trial was long, tiring, time-consuming and expensive but my determination to play my little part to correct injustice and defend the rights of would-be victims kept me riding, which was why I did not budge even a second throughout the trial. And as a journalist, I would have committed a grave crime for not seeking legal redress against violations of my God-given rights, something I had been advocating for throughout my entire career.

It was not easy shuttling back and forth to Nigeria where I had frictions with immigration officials at the Nmadi Azikwe International Airport for not securing a visa. I defended that as an ECOWAS citizen, I did not need a visa to Nigeria as long as I am not staying beyond 90 days, which was understood by immigration officials.

But they insisted that as a bearer of United States Travel Document, I needed a visa but I remained adamant. In all cases, I had to be bailed me out, and given only a week to stay in Abuja with threats that “you will be smoked out” had I extended my stay. I was prepared to bear these challenges on my road to justice.

I am delighted that this long, tedious and rocky journey to justice has finally come to an end with such a resounding victory, an obvious significant factor in our quest to establish a society free of all forms of human rights violations. This is a victory for democracy, rule of law, press freedom and justice. I therefore dedicate this victory to my fallen colleagues and human rights defenders denied justice all over the world.

I hope The Gambia government will admit their fault and correct its rotten human rights credentials so as to avoid embarassing legal confrontations over human rights violations in future. I am eagerly waiting to see whether the Jammeh government will swallow its pride and honour the court’s verdict.

I am grateful to my family, the Media Foundation for West Africa, Falana Falana Chambers, Dr. Dialo Diop of Senegal, all the insitutions and individuals for their undivided support and solidarity throughout the trial.

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About musa

I am a Gambian journalist whose mission to use his pen to correct injustice and to tell truth to power was left to bite dust. My newspaper's contents and editorials became "too itchy" that I ended up in Banjul's mosquito-infested cells where I had to cope with three nights of horrendous tortures that left scars all over my body. I was forced to flee into exile with my family, leaving behind my beloved country and editorial desk in the hands of perpetrators. However, unlike most refugees, my two and half years in Senegal was well spent.

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