…….Intended Accused speaks out from the United States
BY FRANCIS JOSEPH
Kaia Sealy, 24, was critically wounded in a police-involved shooting in St Augustine on January 20, Her common-law husband, Joshua Samaroo, 31, was shot 19 times and died at hospital.
After exactly four months of investigations, police have obtained instructions from the Director of Public Prosecutions (DPP), Roger Gaspard SC, to charge Sealy with three counts of shooting at the police and another count of manslaughter in the death of Joshua Samaroo.
This has not only taken Sealy by surprise, but she remains in shock in the United States where she is recuperating from her life-threatening injuries.
Through her attorney, Fayola Sandy, Sealey issued a statement on Saturday about her thoughts and feelings about the matter….and declared her INNOCENCE.
The following is her statement
This is not a movie.
This is my nightmare of a reality.
My family has been ripped apart.
Everything I humbly built has crumbled.
Much was taken away from me that day in a matter of minutes.
I was not only left grieving the horrific death of my partner, Joshua Samaroo the father of our five-year-old daughter, but I was also left grieving the body I once had.
Shock is an understatement for what I feel.
I am distraught.
I am in disbelief.
But my faith in God has not shaken.
On 20 January 2026, the public was told there had been a shootout.
Then the video surfaced.
The country watched Joshua with his hands outside the vehicle moments before he was shot multiple times and killed. From that moment, serious questions arose about the official version of events.
While the public debated what they saw on video, I was lying in a hospital bed traumatised, unable to walk and under armed police guard.
No clear explanation was ever given as to why I was being guarded in hospital while critically injured and unable to walk.
My family struggled to gain access to me.
Some officers guarding me were aggressive while others showed kindness.
My attorney, Fayola Sandy, had to repeatedly attend the hospital simply to determine whether I was free to leave, whether and when my family could see me, or whether I was effectively being detained.
Eventually, because no information was given she was forced to file a Habeas Corpus application asking the Court to determine whether I was being unlawfully detained.
Then, before the Court could properly hear and determine that issue, the police suddenly lifted the restrictions and released me from guard.
Shortly afterwards, senior police officers together with the Deputy Commissioner of Police attended the hospital and police officers escorted me home.The Deputy CoP then assured me that they were there to support me.
For months afterwards, my attorney remained in direct communication with several investigating officers concerning the shooting of Joshua and myself because our families and I wanted justice.
The TTPS attempted to retain and search my electronic devices, which they removed from the car. They retained my devices for weeks without challenge.
We eventually challenged the retention via a JR and AGAIN before that matter could proceed in Court, undertakings were suddenly given by the police and my devices were returned.
Despite cooperating throughout the process and despite giving the authorities every opportunity to examine and retrieve anything they considered relevant from my devices, my attorneys and I continued to receive very little meaningful information about the direction of the investigation.
Now, months later, while I remain abroad undergoing necessary treatment and rehabilitation, I, like the rest of the country, learned through the media that I am now allegedly being charged in connection with Joshua’s death.
Not through a phone call.
Not through formal correspondence.
Not through disclosure to my attorneys.
Through the media.
Even after these recent media reports concerning alleged charges against me, my attorney Ms. Sandy wrote to the TTPS seeking clarification. Yet no acknowledgment or response has ever been provided.
All of this in circumstances where this is my reality.
Can you imagine feeling frozen in time, trapped in a crouched position unable to move or take cover for safety while deafening explosions erupt around you and countless bullets zoom through the air?
A surreal moment.
Feeling like hunted prey.
Wounded and silently pleading to God that you live long enough to see your child again.
Can you imagine hearing your partner struggling to breathe?
Gasping for air.
Gurgling.
Choking on his own blood while fighting to stay alive.
Can you imagine being thrown into the trunk of a vehicle on top of your injured partner, unable to secure yourself properly because your body no longer responds, while being aggressively questioned before even reaching the hospital for urgent treatment? All while your lover, best friend and life partner’s breath was slowing and becoming more faint.
Can you imagine fighting for your own life because your daughter may otherwise grow up with no parent at all?
Can you imagine finally opening your eyes after being stabilised only to see an armed officer standing over your hospital bed?
Can you imagine being fearful that the officer guarding you may finish the job?
Can you imagine lying in one position unable to move 24 hours a day for weeks while bedsores develop, unable to clean yourself, unable to use the bathroom on your own, unable to even speak one full sentence without losing your breath because your lung, after being punctured has collapsed twice?
Can you imagine being afraid to sleep because you fear you may stop breathing and die?
Can you imagine finally falling asleep and dreaming for a moment about the life you once had, only to wake up each day to this terror?
Can you imagine the colleagues of the ones responsible for putting you in this position sitting at the side of your hospital bed guarding you, while also refusing your loved ones the right to see you?
The only thing as true as my reality is my innocence.
What hurts deeply is seeing attempts to paint me as some kind of gangster or criminal when that is not who I am.
My name is Kaia Sealy.
I am a mother.
I am a believer in Christ. I attended St Catherine’s Girls Anglican School for my primary education and then I passed for Bishop Anstey High School after that my mother invested in my hair styling talents where I successfully acquired my internationally recognized license from Madam Maharaj school of cosmetology. My peers know me as a hardworking young woman who built an honest life through hair-styling and beauty services from my teenage years.
I am not a gangster.
I have never been in trouble with the law.
I have only ever seen a gun on an armed security or police officer. I have never held a gun in my life, much less fired one at police officers. I have never had a friend, family member or partner introduce a gun into my environment.
This is not entertainment for me. This is not loss of a job. This is not loss of some high ranking position. 
This is my real life.
Joshua had his hands out of the window. Our five-year-old daughter was expecting us to pick her up from school and her car seat was already in the vehicle.
My pain is never ending at this point.
The full truth of what happened on 20 January 2026 will emerge.
This statement is not a full answer to any allegations against me.
