Life in Prison 4

The Invincible ME. What was i thinking? Did i really think that Long John would fold his arms while i destroyed all the respect he had taken many years to build if if i thought so i was mistaken. It was as though he had been given revelation that the particular week we were in was to be my last week in prison. “You think say you fit run away” “I talk am say everyday for the thief one day for the owner” Jon said. “What do you want this time” i retorted. Confidence welled up within me. I felt I could take on John anytime and anyhow. “Dagger, teach this boy a lesson he will never forget”. Before Knew what was happening Dagger had pour raw pepper into my eyes . The pain i felt in my eyes was great. At that instant i knew that i was done for. Wham! came the first slap. Then a follow up from John himself. Then followed a torrent of slaps kicks and punches. Not wanting to go out without a fight I decided to fight back. A side step without seeing where was all the space i needed. Whack! was all i heard next Frostie had come to my rescue as soon as i was able to side step. Slow did not come. He was careful because of the bad experience he had when he last fought John. Frostie and I were the only ones who fought John and his boys. Because of number we were overcome but for brawn we were superior. That night nursed a swollen eye. “ha ha ha” rang John laughter in the hall way. That night i thought up many ways to avenge myself of John. That revenge was not to be. On the 3rd of September theCourt decided to grant me parole. Being a freeman for a moment as i was leaving the prison yard did not mean much because I was of double minds. I would miss my new found friend Frostie who in himself was not a bad person and I would never be avenged of John.

Life in prison 3

After the encounter with Long John, I was devastated. When Frostie came out from confinement, he could not believe his ears when he was told what happened during his absence. He lashed out at me. This was to hard for me to bear. I decided from that day to prepare for another sow down with John. Frostie had agreed that their will be another challenge and this time i had better be ready because i would be the one to fight again. The next day my Lawyer cam around, he told me that he was talking to the Judge about letting me get out earlier and i should be of good behaviour. Coupled with the fact that i had already been involved with a fight in the prison i thought about the whole good behaviour thing and decide that whatever it would cost me to see Long John eat his own shit i would do.
My waiting was not to be for long. Three days after my lawyer’s visit, Dagger, one of John’s boys came to our part of the yard and wanted to boss us around. I immediately took charge and lead the assault on Dagger. When he returned to John, we had already decided on how we were going to execute the fight. With Dagger leading the charge of John’s boys, I could already smell victory. Wham! came Dagger’s punch across my face. I steeled myself against its effect and immediately replied with a torrent of slaps and punches. Not allowing him a minutes breath, I quickly made mince meat of him. I was so overcome with emotion that i did not notice that the fighting had ended. I continued dealing blows on Dagger’s face. Whack! was the only sound i heard on my head, next thing i was in a strait jacket in a padded room. I woke with a throbbing headache.
The fact that i was in the padded room did not dim my joy of knowing that i had proved my mettle and John now knew that i was nobody’s bitch. Smiling to myself i slept off with dreams of victory. “Wake up, mad dog”, the warden had come to wake me. because of my peaceful disposition the warden on duty decided to let me out of the confinement. On getting to the prison yard, everyone including Frostie and Slow gave me a rousing welcome. “Power Mike”, “Strong man”, “James Bond”…… and other names were accorded me on, my return. “One Monkey go go market, e no go come back” that was John’s comment, ” Everyday is for the thief one is for the owner, It’s your time enjoy it”. I could not care less about his remarks because he knew as much as i knew that it would take something greater than John himself to make me afraid of him again. A new me was born. A ME that even John and his Henchmen could not stop. I was INVINCIBLE……. or so i thought

Life in prison 2

I lived in fear of the day that John would finally get his revenge. The day of my suffering was indeed not too far away. WE were all in the yard trying to make the best use of our rec time. Everyone was in groups hanging out with your boys. In the prison there were gang alliances so you had to be in one of ‘em gangs to hang out with them. Cuz of the events of the other day Frostie’s boys took me under their wings. Mighty Jay entered in his usual way to the yard instilling fear into the hearts of everyone around. HE then started walking towards me that same instant as he got there. I was afraid. There was this practice of challenging anyone in any gang/group and whosoever won from either group earned the respect of the other gang until the next challenge. One of John’s boys challenged me this meant that if lost to him Frostie’s Gang would become powerless to John’s, and this, Frostie would never allow to happen. I could not decline the fight so i had to fight or risk being called a sissy. Everyone was chanting the sun was blazing hot, tension building, my heart beating and no hoe within me of winning. Wham he landed a punch on my face . IT was like i was in hell’s depth i could’nt feel my face. Then another punch,then another a kick a slap another punch. It all happened so fast i could not even throw a single punch. Before one could say RUMPELSTILSKIN i was wasted. The sun blazing in my face, the heat sinking into my skin. I could not believe it this was my chance to establish my respect yet i went out like a wimp. I could not cry, no sound came out of my mouth. n e of Frostie’s boy’s came to pick me up shame did not allow me to look into his face. “It’s alright”, “Life na turn by turn, this na im turn make you no worry. One day monkey go go market e no go come back”. Those were the words he said to me. Yet i still felt that i had let them down. Frostie and Slow were released later that day. n hearing the news Frostie came at me with every venom in his vocabulary. The pain of hearing Frostie’s angry words killed my spirit. I had let him down. John had a filled day that night. from his cell i could hear him cussing out at me. I was furious i just wanted to wring the life out of him oat that moment. Finally as the day grew darker and the spells of night sleep began to take their effect i heard him say ” one - one, i told you i would score”. His “goal” to me was like a hat trick. He had hit his target. HARD