My name is Desmond Nwose. I am 10 years old. My favourite subject is maths and I would love to be a successful solicitor so I can fight for people's right, but I am not too sure now because I have no future and I was told by the people who broke down our door to arrest me and my family that we do not have the right to stay in the UK.
Up until that Monday morning (20th April 2009), I used to think that it was a free world where human beings are treated equally. Unfortunately on that ill omen day it was not to be so, as I was already dressed up as usual for school when I heard the bangs on our door with people marching in like what I experienced in Africa. I tried so hard not to wee on my body with fright. They kept saying 'you are going back to Africa don't pack more than one bag, you do not need boots or coats where you are going mate'. I can still hear those voices in my head. They were so rude and hushed us like criminals out of our house with our uniform on to detention centre. I felt so ashamed in the neighbourhood been taken to the back of a van like in the movies.
I think detention is meant for bad people who have done wrong in the society and they end in jail. I have done nothing wrong now I have a criminal record and I am an ex convict because I have come to the UK to be safe with my dad.
My experience in Yarl's Wood prison was terrifying, like in a concentration camp in the war movies I watch on TV. We always stood in a queue for our meals and were always counted before we went to bed and every day they lock us in the rooms at night after counting and making sure we were complete. My sister is still in shock after all the experiences from this horrible place. sometimes I wish I sleep and don't wake up anymore because all this is too much for my family to bear.