Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 43
Pam came to see me teary eyed the next day, she promised to get a good lawyer for me and she did.
I was to be later taken to Kuvi prison after my trail. Due to Pam ‘ s influence and Mensah’ s timely confession i was sentenced to only two years imprisonment. Mensah after discovering that Ama was alive and Chantelle was his niece had given a statement that he was responsible for the arson, and other crimes and that i was just a victim in his plot. He also sent me a lenghty letter in prison begging for my forgiveness.
He ( Mensah) died before the letter even reached my hands. Chantelle and Mami and Pam visited me on so many occassions but Ama never came for the first six months. Life in prison was another different world entirely, the vips ( influencial inmates) like me are worshipped by other inmates and given special treatment. We get the best cells all to ourselves. We don’t do any stressneous jobs, i was made the librarian.i saw so many young boys being sexually abused and maltreated by other inmates, sometimes i use my influence to rescue them but sometimes i stay out of it because i can’t really save everybody.
I started writing my story once again, i don’t know why am writing down the story of my life but i continued anyway. I was so sick during the first six months, i had rashes all over my body but i was always the first to line up for morning exercise because no matter how influencial you are, if you show a little sign of weakness you will become every one’ s target. I looked forward to each visiting day, hoping that Ama would come only to find that hope dashed when she didn’t come.
Pam ‘ s husband won the election and he became the first democratic president we have witnessed so far. We had a new transfer inmate on death row this week. His cell was next to mine. I could hear him screaming all night, in the morning the warden came to drag him off to the den where he was alone for three days. On the fourth day, they dragged him back into his cell.
Normally, i won’t have been concerned but something about his voice makes my chest hurt. I kept wondering where i had heard that voice before.
On the fifth day, i was on my way to the library when i decided to peek into his cell. He sat hunched on his flea filled threadbare bed, his hair was grey and shaggy, he looked older than his actual age.
He looked so broken, my heart ached for him. That is what prison does to a man ‘ s body and soul.
He stared right into my eyes, a vacant look in his teary eyes.
” Ko…….Jo” he whispered in a slow tired voice.
Tears leaked from my eyes ” King” i whispered back.