As narrated by Praise Aloikin during a phone call from Central Police Station
On Saturday evening, I was abducted and forced into a vehicle by men who told me I was being punished for allegedly abusing their president, Gen Muhoozi Kainerugaba.
From the moment I was forced into the vehicle, I knew I was in serious danger. I did not know where they were taking me or what they intended to do to me.
The men drove towards what I believe was Entebbe.
The beating started while I was still in the vehicle.
They repeatedly told me that what I was experiencing was only the beginning. One of them said, “This is the start. The real package will be in the basement.”
I was terrified.
As they continued beating me, one of the men told me that they could kill me, put my body in a body bag and dump it somewhere, and that nobody would be able to do anything about it.
I believed that they were capable of carrying out the threat.
The beating continued as the vehicle moved. I could not tell exactly where we were going, but from the direction we were taking, I believed we were heading towards Entebbe.
Then something unexpected happened.
One of the men received a phone call.
After the call, he was told to turn the vehicle around and return to Kampala.
I understood from the conversation that I was no longer going to be taken to the place they had referred to as the basement.
The reaction of the men to that phone call surprised me.
They were clearly disappointed.
From the way they complained, I got the impression that they had been looking forward to carrying out whatever they had planned for me. One of them even said that he had been expected to rape me.
They complained loudly about the orders they were receiving.
One of them said they spent all their days going on missions, only to receive what he described as stupid orders at the end.
Another complained that, for the mission of abducting me, he had not eaten the whole day.
I did not understand who was giving them the orders or why the instructions had suddenly changed.
But I could tell that the phone call had changed the situation.
Whatever had happened on that call was a disappointment to them.
For me, however, it meant that I might survive.
I still had no idea where I was being taken.
The vehicle eventually stopped.
When I looked around, I realised that we had arrived at Central Police Station in Kampala.
I thought that perhaps I would finally be safe.
But things did not immediately get better.
When I was taken into the police station, my personal details were not properly recorded.
Instead, I was simply taken to the women’s cell and locked up.
I kept asking questions because I wanted to understand why I had been arrested, where I had been taken from and what I had done to deserve what had happened to me.
The officers who locked me up warned me to keep quiet.
They threatened to kill me if I continued asking questions.
I was frightened, but I also knew that I had to find a way of informing someone outside the police station about what had happened to me.
This morning, I managed to make a phone call to my friend Louise, who had been present when I was abducted.
I told Louise that I was being forced to sign documents that I did not understand.
I did not know what I was being asked to sign or why I was being made to sign the documents.
I was worried that I could be made to sign something that would later be used against me.
At that point, I needed legal assistance.
Agora CFR subsequently worked with other parties to help secure legal representation for me.
I have since learnt that I am facing a charge relating to broadcasting without a licence through my TikTok account.
I am prepared to answer the allegations through the proper legal process.
But I want the circumstances surrounding my arrest to be investigated as well.
I want to know why I was taken away in the manner I was.
I want to know who ordered the men to take me and where they intended to take me.
I want to know why I was beaten and threatened with death.
I want to know who authorised the threats and why I was threatened with being killed and dumped in a body bag.
And I want the authorities to explain why I was taken to Central Police Station without, according to my account, my details being properly recorded before I was placed in the women’s cell.
I am an activist.
I have spoken openly about issues I believe affect Ugandans, including human rights, accountability and political repression.
If I have committed an offence, I should be allowed to face the law through a transparent and lawful process.
But no activist should be abducted, beaten, threatened with death or subjected to torture for expressing an opinion.
I am grateful to the people who have stood with me, particularly those who worked to secure legal representation.
What happened to me has left me shaken, but it has also strengthened my determination to speak about what happened.
I survived what I believe was an attempt to intimidate and silence me.
Now I want answers.
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