We have heard that similar ugly stories happened many years ago but in recent years one can vouch that the Austrian police has made tremendous improvement that experiences like this one of Pastor Joshua Esosa is strange to most of us. Therefore, my worries which should be the feelings of most people are not against the Austrian police as an entity but rather against these few groups of people that have decided to pervert the course of justice by protecting the real criminal if the story of Pastor Esosa should stand. Consequently, I appeal to the Austrian police to help and dig out the truth since the crack down is not against race or colour but rather against evils and agents of Satan within us. We all should be partners in progress in circumstances like this since every system in every country is never
completely free from bad ones which Austria is of course not immune to. Therefore, my sincere appeal is not only to the police authority but to the entire Austrian authority, corporate bodies and individuals that are concerned that our society is being threatened by idiots who make hard drugs accessible to our children to help in any way they can to expose the real offender/s in this case so that this innocent man will be set free, that is my humbly appeal.
Globalisation of the world is not only in technology but also in the movements of humans. If Arnold Schwarzenegger who is originally from Steiermark , Austria could go to the US and rose to a point to have governed a state like California , a Nigerian, Pastor Joshua Esosa should not be ruined and destroyed because he could rise tomorrow to be a wonder turning bishop in Austria . Injustice done to one person is injustice done to all. Arise, people of conscience!
Here is the story of Pastor Esosa’s tribulation.
“I am Pastor Joshua Esosa from Edo State . My story is so sad, humiliating and painful each time I remember that bitter experience of 2nd February 2011. On this day, I just closed from the church and went straight home in twelfth district in Vienna to an apartment provided for me by the church because as at of this time I had problems with my wife and because of the nature of the society we are living in, we were trying to sort out things living separately. At about 11pm on this day, my wife called me and said that she was sick and that I should come home to take care of the children so that she could go to the hospital. It was very unusual that I felt somehow. However, I told her that it was already too late because it would take me about an hour to get to there now and whether she could not wait till the next day. She insisted that I should please try to come.
So, I now went to see her. When I got there it was around12 midnight and I had to press the bell because I did not have the key. And before I could open the door the police had already accosted and apprehended me and said, ‘You drug dealer, drug dealer, drug dealer’. And I said, what; me a drug dealer? I did not even resist them as I allowed them to search me. They searched me and found €600 with the church cash card and said, ‘Yeah this is the drug money’. I told them that €400 of that €600 was the money of the church that I had withdrawn few hours ago from AKH and that if they go to the bank they would see that what I had told them was the truth.
Please electronics don’t tell lies. The full page of the account
statement of the churh. The high lighted place shows the day
and time Pastor Esosa made the withdrawal of the money the
police found with him. But the judge again reject this as an evidence.
Part of the full page of the account
statement showing clearly the name of the church and the name of the
financial secretary who made this document available to me
They searched my bag and did not find anything
and they took me that night to a destination I did not know that it was
Burgenland until the next day. In the morning that day, I guess that it
was around 10am because I did not have a watch, they took me to their
office and started to interview
me. They said that they knew me because they had been monitoring me
selling drugs for over a year now and that the people I had sold drugs
to were all in prison. I said, God forbid! They said that they recorded
my voice, I then said good if you did that. So they now showed me some pictures on the computer and asked if I knew the people and I said that I didn’t know them.
They now brought out the picture of the person they said that they
had been monitoring, and the background was a winter background because
the person was wearing a winter cap that covered his ears. So what they
now did was to put me on my own winter cap and arrange it to look like
the picture of the person they were looking for and took me pictures
and then they said if anybody confirms that they know me in the prison
that that would be all they needed. So they went to the prison and came
back and said yes two people had confirmed that they knew me. I said
what? I am not a drug dealer, I do not deal on drugs and I can never do
that. They said that the judge had asked for me to be sent to prison
immediately. That was how I was sent to prison on February 3rd, 2011 and I was there till September 23rd 2011.”
When I wanted to know whether he contacted people for help he
replied and said “of course I contacted the Nigerian Embassy the same
February but the embassy didn’t show up until I was sentenced ending of
July 2011 and they now came in August 2011. I contacted people, my
fellow pastors and everybody. The letters my wife wrote to the embassy
are still here.” I collected copies of the letters from him.
He went on. “I started a German course in the prison and one day
while we were on break during one of our lessons I went back to my room
and saw some strange people in the room and I turned back because I
thought that I had entered a wrong room, but as I made steps to go back
my room mate called me to come in that it was our room. I went in and
did what I wanted to do and left back to the lecture. When our class was
over after hours, I came back to my room and still met these people
discussing. I went straight to my corner and was reading my bible when I
had a call that I had a visitor who happened to be my wife. By the time
I went back to the room these people were no longer there and my
roommate now told me that those people that I had seen before, that one
of them had been my accomplice. I said what? Why did you not tell me
while they were here so that I could confront them? I was very
uncomfortable with the development and angry. I said to myself, I had
not been allowed to go to the church in the prison with the reason that
my accomplice went to the same church but now the same accomplice they
had brought to my room perhaps to study me so that he could say that he
knew me in the court, I wept. 2 hours later still infuriated, my lawyer
came and I told him what had happened and he shared the same fears with
me but told me not to worry that he would take care of that.
This is the pounded yam powder which is very
common in every Nigerian household that the police took as cocain
powder. One of the evidences the police was holding strongly against
pastor Esosa.
Before the first hearing they said that they had found powder which
I had used in mixing drugs in my room and I told them that the only
thing I knew that I had there in my room was powdered yam and I did not
have any other powder and if they had found any other thing in my room
it meant they had put it there. They said that they had also found black
canvas in my room that was exactly the same type the drug dealer had
worn and therefore it was evidence against me. On the court day my
witness now brought the powdered yam to the court for the police to see
that it was not the type of powder they had conceived in their minds.
The judge now queried them why had they not done an examination of the
powder in the laboratory first before coming to the conclusion that they
had found a powder which I had used in mixing drugs? They now brought
eight people to come and testify against me that I had sold drugs to
them, but I thank God that six of the people said that they did not know
me except those two people that were in the prison. And importantly
too, one of these people that were supposed to have testified against me
told the court that I had not been the one because he still had bought
drugs from the person they had been looking for while I was still in
prison. Again the judge ignored this information.
This is the type of shoes the police claimed
the drug dealer had worn. Are you a Nigerian living in Vienna, Austria
and having this kind of shoes? You could be a suspect.
After this hearing they brought a strange report they had written
about me and I was very upset and down. My roommate, an Austrian who
could not stand my tears and the injustice meted to me anymore, pitied
my sorrow and looked at me one day and told me that I was not the drug
dealer. And I said to him; how did he know that I was not the one? He
said that in his former room before he had been transferred to my room
that the person they claimed that had been my accomplice had been his
roommate and that one night he had heard him talking to someone in a low
voice thinking that he had been asleep that I was not the one but that
the real drug dealer was outside and that they were trying to protect
him. I knelt down immediately, wept and begged him. I asked him; please,
will you help me to write down these things you have just said now to
the judge or public prosecutor? And he said that he was afraid to do so
because he was also in prison. I tried as much as I could to convince
him to see reasons why an innocent person like me should not be allowed
to rotten in prison, he refused and I decided to allow him but when my
lawyer came I told him the story. My lawyer now in his wisdom included
him as one of my witnesses without his consent and the day he got a
letter from the court as one of my witnesses, he was very upset and I
had to beg him close to tears to help me which he reluctantly after much
pressure accepted.
On the final hearing day he came and told the court what he had
heard and explained further that he had lived with me for sometime now
in the same room and that he had studied me and had seen my kind of
person, that I was not the drug dealer. But the judge shunned his
testimony by telling him to go and sit down because he himself had
equally had a drug case before. They now asked me if I knew these
people, referring to those people that were supposed to have been my
drug buyers, and I told them (court) that I did not know any of them and
that I did not deal on drugs and that if I was a drug dealer that these
people numbering over 50 here could not have come all the way from
Vienna twice now to stand by me. I now asked the judge; in your years of
experience, have you ever had the experience where this huge number of
people turned out at different occasions to stand beside someone who is a
drug dealer? And the judge said that what they were expecting me was to
say sorry and I said, to say sorry for what, for what I did not do. He
the judge now said okay, that they sentenced me for 15 months. They
asked if I will appeal it. I said yes of course I will appeal it because
I cannot accept what I did not do. And that was how the process of an
appeal was made.
I was finally sentenced around ending of July 2011 and on September 23rd 2011
I was released. I was freed on a Friday and usually our prison closes
on Fridays 12pm so while the door of our prison was opening that day I
was let out, I was thinking that they were bringing in a new person but
was surprised when I was told to pack my things within 5 minutes and
leave. I had a bad feeling going through these sad moments within these
few seconds and reacted to know why I should be asked to leave in 5
minutes under such command after having been kept here for so long. The
person who brought the message said that he had told me, he closed the
door and left. My roommates celebrated with me and helped me to pack my
things. 5 minutes time he actually came, pushed me out and gave me €50
for my transport and asked me to come on the coming Monday to take any
of my remaining things.
I spent about 8 hell months in that prison, from February 2011 to
September 2011 for a crime I had not committed. I was traumatised for a
sin I knew nothing about probably because I am a black man and a
Nigerian. I nearly went mad for what I never imagined in my life. Over
my dead body that I will deal on drugs as a man of God, my yes remains
yes, I am not guilty. As I speak now, I do not know on which ground or
why I was released because according to the sentence I was not supposed
to have been set free before May 2012.
One thing I want the world to know is that, no matter the evidences
manufactured against me, I am innocent. No matter the level of
conspiracy against me, I am guiltless. The God I serve cannot be put to
shame because He did not fail Abraham, He did not fail Hannah, He did
not fail Job etc. and He can never fail me. I am on my knees.”
His wife speaks, “My husband is not a drug dealer. I want justice.”
The story of Pastor Joshua Esosa’s wife which she described as
horror was pitiful and sad because of the shock the children had got.
In nutshell, she said that when the police men had come that day,
that they had already slept and had only woken up by the thunder like
noise from the smashed door by the police. She said that all what she
had heard was ‘gbooza’ and that she had to immediately jump up from bed
and had to firstly rush to her last born, her son and that within almost
the same seconds that police men had been everywhere in the room asking
about her husband and ransacking all they could lay their hands on. She
had sorrowfully narrated that the children had been scared to the
marrow and that the fear of that horror had terribly traumatised them
which they still have not overcome and may never completely overcome
till the rest of their lives. She alleged that she had been threatened
to lie to make her husband come to the house that night or else that
they (police) would have to take her children to ‘Jugendamt’ (youth
welfare office). She said that under such trembling shock and fear that
she had to call her husband and lie to him as commanded that she had
been seriously sick and had to go to hospital.
According to her, not sure of what to do to the door smashed by the
police, she said that the door had remained un-repaired for about three
months and that they had seen hell under winter cold because they were
living with open door until they could not bear it anymore that they had
to call someone who had carried out a minor repair that had helped them
at least close the door against cold.
Picture don't tell lies. This door is still
in a sorry state that they are still using some tissues and papers in
supporting it to stay closed.
Her message to the world is that her husband is innocent because he
is not a drug dealer and she wants the world to help her get justice.
In her words “My husband is not a drug dealer. He has never done that
and can never do that and I will stand for him anytime and anywhere. I
want justice, they should free my husband.”
Efforts made to get in contact with the judge to comment were yet to yield results before press time.
Please follow this link (click here) to
sign this petition to free Pastor Joshua Esosa. When you sign, it is
going straight to the ministry of justice Vienna , Austria . Help us
to free an innocent man and improve the image of Nigerians and black
Africans in Austria.
The appeal court hearing will be coming up on June 6th, 2012 from 9:30am to 12pm in Landesgericht, Saal 305/3, Wickenburggasse 22, 1080 Wien.
Please, we appeal for solidarity by turning up that day in court.
A demonstration has also been organised to take place on June 1st, 2012, starting from Museumstraße 7, 1070 Vienna by 2:00pm.
Pastor Joshua Esosa can be reached under this number: +43 6765378700
Uzoma Ahamefule, a concerned patriotic citizen writes from Vienna , Austria
We
all know what a five-star hotel implies, but what about a zero-star
hotel? Hmmm…zero-star I’m finding doesn’t necessarily mean “horrible,”
just “different.”
Look on the bright side, this is one of the cheapest places you’ll ever stay short of your mother’s couch; the cost is a mere 7€ ($8USD) per night per person.
Luxury
amenities at this hotel are at a minimum, but they do exist; there are
noise-reducing earplugs, slippers, and a hot water bottle; yes, a hot
water bottle due to the fact that a heating system is non-existent.
