The cops killed my two kids in five years
Ms Comfort Mmezi, 86, is the mother of 41-year-old man Judah Mmazi, who was shot by police on his way to a wedding in Owerri, New York. Imo.
Widow tells CHIDIBUBA OKEOME that killing her son made her life miserable
What is your name?
My name is Mrs Comfort Mmezi. I am from Ndiohiaoweri Umuduruaku, Umuamusa community, Amucha, Njab local government area in Imo state. My husband died many years ago. Jude Oguzi Mmazi, who was shot by police on Saturday, was my only surviving son.
How did you know about his death?
Someone called my only daughter Assumpta on the phone and said that Oguzi, who had been with us an hour earlier, was dead. At first Assumpta and I took it as an expensive joke, but then this man insisted that Oguzi had been bathed in a pool of blood in his car on the Owerri-Orlu road. It was at this time that we took this information seriously, and my daughter, who is now my only child, left for Owerri. According to my daughter, he met Oguzi, who died at the Federal Medical Center in Owerri, where he was rushed.
What happened to you when you found out that Oguzie is dead?
I knew immediately that my life was over. I realized that life is not fair to me. I lost my husband many years ago. And I have lost a lot of children. I gave birth to 10 children, but now I only have one living daughter. In short, Ifeobu Jonathan, my son, was also shot by a police officer in Lagos about five years ago. Ifeobu was older than Oguzie. I don’t know what I did to the cops. They killed two of my children. They killed Ifeoba in Lagos five years ago, and now they have killed Oguzi, my only surviving son who was supposed to bury me. I do not know what to do. My life, my family is ruined.
What kind of person was your son?
Oguzie was a good son. He never joked with his mother. He was the one who took me to the surgery and came home when it was time to take me back to the hospital for stitches. This is what Oguzi Mmezi brought home. He came to take me, his mother, to the hospital to remove the surgical thread. On Saturday morning, he called his wife and spoke to all his children, promising to buy them ice cream when he returned from the village. That morning when he left, I told him that I was out of kerosene and gave him a five-liter canister to buy me kerosene on the way back from Owerri. I still haven’t seen my son, and they tell me that he was killed by a policeman for no reason. Oguzie was the only eye with which I saw the road. I eat every day because of him.
And his family?
Oguzie has four children: three boys and one girl. Her eldest son is seven years old and the last is about two years old. His young wife was forced to become a widower. What kind of life is this? Why is it so bad with me?
What did he do?
Oguzie was engaged in real estate. He lived in Owerri with his family. He also lived in Italy. It was the time when he built this house for his family.
Oguzie was a good person. He was a wonderful son, a caring husband and a loving father. That was great. I don’t know if I will survive this shock. He was the head of the family. I ate it. How do I eat now? Who will bury me when I’m gone? Who cares about this family? Who will take care of her young family, her little children? My God, my life is over! This is a dream from which I did not wake up.
Are you hoping to get justice about this?
Oh my God! Are you really telling me that my only surviving son, Oguzie, my son is dead? My similar son, who was only 41 years old, died and disappeared like this? God forbid. I want justice from the police hierarchy. They have to make sure that her four young children, my grandchildren, whom she left behind, are well trained. This country has a Constitution, and the Constitution must be applied to try these police officers who killed my only surviving son.
Source: – Punch ng