Walking through the gates of Ikoyi Correctional Center felt like stepping into another world. A world filled with men carrying broken dreams, some holding on to faint hope, others masking their pain with laughter.

On the field, a group played football, yet behind the game, you could sense the weight of freedom lost. Young, middle-aged, and old, they all shared the same longing. Some voiced it openly, asking for help. Others kept silent, but their eyes never left us, as if our presence alone brought a spark from the outside world into theirs.