BEVERLY HILLS, August 29, (THEWILL) – I write to you about the case of my younger sister. She works as a personal assistant to an Indian man’s wife. This Indians live at Flat B4-18, 19, Benevista tower, Banana Island. He owns Ethylene Industrial Company at Isolo Industrial Estate, close to the popular Aswani market, his name is Mr. Jay Keswani, and he is one of the Vaswani brothers.
My sister, Miss Faith Nwaneri, works with the wife as her PA. She works from Friday to Wednesday and takes her off days on Thursdays. At Banana Island, they usually go in there with a gate pass, which he was supposed to get for my sister, but he didn’t, rather he gave her the receipt of his own monthly dues which covers only him and his family.
For eight months, my sister has been pleading her way into the island, until that fateful Friday morning of 12th August 2016, as she was resuming after her day off, the security personnel refused her entry, demanding that she provides her gate pass. At that point she was delayed at the gate.
When she finally gained entry, the wife of the Indian man asked her why she was late, and she told her it was the gate pass issue that caused her delay. The woman got angry and went in to quarrel with the husband. Then the Indian man called my sister and demanded that she returns the form she was to fill and submit for the gate pass.
As usual my sister said if he collects the form, he normally tears it and sacks the person, so my sister at that point thinking of saving her job told him that she had already submitted it, and that she is just waiting for him to give her the money for the processing.
But when he insisted that he would follow my her to the gate to collect the form at all cost, my sister seeing the anger in him quickly told him that as a matter of fact that she was still with the form, and was only waiting for him to give her the money so she could submit both the form and the money for the processing of the gate pass.
There he got furious and said “you lied to me?” Then he hit her with his briefcase and my sister fainted. At first, he thought it was a joke, then he hit her with his leg to confirm if she was just pretending, but when he pulled her over and noticed pool of blood, he quickly called his wife and they started pouring water on her head to revive her.
So at last they revived her and left her in their apartment on the 19th floor while they left for office. After my sister regained consciousness, she struggled through the staircase at the back to the basement where a good Samaritan helped her to Falomo police station, from there she was referred to Falomo police hospital, for treatment.
There, my sister called me to come over and I paid the bills, then I took her home.
When I contacted Mr Keswani, to find out what would make an elderly man like him hit a lady young enough to be his daughter and got her injured, he claimed its an accident.
Officers from the Falomo police station tried to invite him, but they were refused entry to serve him with the invitation letter. The security men at the tower claimed they were acting on instructions not to collect the invitation letter from the police men who came to deliver the letter. The security men also told us that they would do everything to silent the case, as they claimed that it was their responsibility to protect their clients as assigned.
Ever since then, Mr Keswani (who told my sister that Nigerians have no future without the Indians who came into the country to invest, and that he whatever he does to any Nigerian, he will never apologize) has been walking freely with no action taken against him.
All efforts to reach him to resolve this matter by our lawyer proved abortive, as he has bluntly refused to comply. My lawyer is working on getting him arrested but if he is ready negotiate out of court, no problem, then he should pay the damages and compensation as earlier demanded by my lawyer or put up a better negotiation.
My question is, what will prompt Mr. Keswani to have such a heart to hit a woman like that and claim it was an accident? If she had died in his apartment, perhaps Mr. Keswani would have covered up this case, and have my sister thrown into the lagoon.
Story by David Oputah
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