I’m from Malaysia. In November 2019 I traveled to Hong Kong to attend a direct-sales event.
While in the city, I befriended a Hong Kong man who was introduced to me by a friend in Malaysia. I had only met this guy twice outside a mall when he asked me to help him collect two packages from the nearby post office.
On November 27 I headed from my hotel in Chungking Mansions to the post office on Middle Road, Tsim Sha Tsui. Continue reading Please “Return to sender”
I am a Hong Kong citizen. I want to share my story about why I am in Lai Chi Kok Reception Centre waiting in custody to get a sentence.
I hope when you read this letter you take the time to reflect on how important is your life, friends, family, and all the things that freedom offers. And even if you are having some difficulty finding a job or a good way to earn a living in these COVID-19 times, never choose any wrongdoing. Never choose to deal with drugs because certainly, you will end up in jail for a very long and sad time.
Trust me. Being in jail is the worst experience. This is so bad that just in the last ten months I saw how two people preferred to take their lives and finish this sad moment.
I am a 29-year-old Hongkonger, currently held in custody at the Lai Chi Kok Reception Centre under drug trafficking charges. This is my story.
My father is from Hong Kong and my mother is from mainland China. She gave birth to me in Hong Kong while overstaying her visa. They divorced when I was little, and my father now has another family.
It all started when I met a man at Taboo – a bar located in Wanchai. The man has dark skin and calls himself Mapan, from America. I had known him for one month only.
On one Sunday night, which was my last encounter with him, he offered to pay for my drink and gave me HKD1000 to pay for food and a taxi to get home since it was already late at night and the MTR had closed. I originally wanted to go home earlier but he told me to stay, that’s why he gave me money to go home. I arrived home around 3 am that night.
I am 39 years old. I was arrested on January 30, 2021, for trafficking in dangerous drugs, and I am currently detained in Lai Chi Kok Reception Centre.
In December 2016 I was arrested and sentenced to five years and eight months for trafficking dangerous drugs and was released from prison on January 12, 2019. A month after my release, I got a job as a porter, but as fate would have it, I was injured at work three months later and couldn’t work anymore, so I had to rely on the compensation to make ends meet. Continue reading My life in pieces
This letter details the facts of my drug trafficking case for which I was arrested in January 2020. I will have a hearing in the High Court soon. My lawyers said I would face 19 years imprisonment.
My ordeal started back in December 2019, when my boss Ken called me for a job bringing some souvenirs to Hong Kong from Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. Because I had lost my passport and had to re-apply for a replacement, my trip was arranged for January 19-21, 2020.
I was arrested for burglary, and I am now remanded in prison. I have been arrested several times, for taking drugs, robbery, and burglary and have been in and out of prison for years.
For 20 years I had a meth addiction, and I committed most crimes after I took the drug.
I was an estate agent in my 20s. After several years of hard work, I developed a successful career, earning millions annually. But at the peak of my career, I was persuaded by bad friends and went down the wrong path of drugs. Not only did I put my career on the line, but I was also arrested for drug possession.
To all South African people,
I’m a white lady, 63 years of age, and am now sitting in a women’s prison for trafficking drugs into Hong Kong.
I am so very sorry that I have ever committed such a terrible crime. I am now a lonely person. I was always willing to help others, but my goodness and kindness were used against me. I needed to help other people, but they used my kindness to benefit from me, not because they cared. I have lost so much now in my life.
It’s been fifteen months since I was remanded in custody at the Lo Wu Correctional Institution. Back in March 2020, I was working as a part-time waitress and managing my online purchasing business at the time. Due to the social events and COVID-19 pandemic, my workload and income drastically reduced. I felt financially insecure.
One day, I was wandering around Mong Kok and bumped into a friend which we haven’t contacted for ages. We chatted for a while and updated each other with our latest status. He mentioned that he could hook me up to earn some quick cash.
How often have tears of relief woken us from our nightmares, and our visions relax while leftover anxiety gradually fades into a new day
And then there are those who wake into a nightmare every day, years and years on end: those of us who had forsaken God’s behest and challenged the law – and lost. We wake up in a cage too small for life, yet big enough to swallow our future in a blink of time. We are taken away from people who loved us until the moment they concede to reasons why leaving will be better off without us.
I am a 24 years old brazilian writing this letter to express the profound anguish and pain that both myself and my family are going through since my arrest in Hong Kong for trafficking in dangerous drugs.
I write this letter as a warning! Please do not be seduced by the so-called ‘easy money’. There is great need in some cases – as I thought mine was, but however difficult your situation might be, do not be deceived into believing that trafficking is the way out because it is not!
This is the real story of a drug mule.
In 2019, I got an email that I would receive a compensation fund of $35,000,000 USD from the IMF, that I must travel to another country for processing and signing documents. I was told ‘RO’ is the administrative officer who’s handling my case. RO communicated with me on email and Whatsapp.
Time is too precious, use yours wisely. Open your eyes and ears, think carefully before you accept any offer of quick riches.
Almost everybody would jump at the kind of offer that can change their lives without much struggle. But I am here to advise you to STOP! – think carefully whenever such an offer comes knocking at your door. I am a big victim. I was deceived into bringing dangerous drugs into Hong Kong.
I am from Africa, I come from a middle class family. I am participating in the campaign “No More Mules” to call attention to this plight. I was tricked and used a mule by a man of Nigerian nationality, who took advantage of my job in trade and commerce.
A warning to all South Africans and the rest of the world
I am a 36-year-old mother of four. I am a single mother who was struggling to raise my children. Things were not easy for me to provide for their needs. I am a high school dropout which made it hard for me to get a job, so I did part-time jobs as a domestic worker and also had a small business buying and selling second-hand clothes and hair products to provide for my children. My dream was to give them a good education.
