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perception, most people tend to believe that their future is somehow
static. A thought I have been working on in here for the past few
months. Perhaps, it’s one of the meekest things I should have
figured out long before I ended up in this hell cold dungeon. Where
time doesn’t move, neither make sense of itself anymore. To be
frank, it feels lonely and frightening. Though, recently I started
conversing with myself. Guess going nuts sooner or later.
Twenty seven years, I have endured more of misery than freedom. On
count, twenty years of educating myself and the last seven years of
fun and freedom. However, on the run from the law and everything I
have worked so less to build. Guess what? Here I am rotting in a cell
waiting to grow old and die. Simply because am scared, and I can’t
withstand the thought or rather an option of hanging myself.
From what I
hear, a few have tried it and lucky ones die. To the unfortunate,
more years in prison and tough penalties likes of my next door buddy,
Jay Stephenson. Penalties, are included where one is rescued at the
near death experience. Incidents that are rare now days. We somehow
think, the number of years added is possibly multiplied by the point
which one was rescued. Honestly, am yet to know the formula they use
for the calculations. All the same, I hear that’s how it’s done.
“Dude are you awake?” Jay
“Ever men. I think I wanna be
“What? From yourself may be.”
“Nope, in case I don’t leave
this shit hole you know.”
“This is home babe, relax and
joy the swim in our Beverly mansion.”
one hell of a monster. Call him a criminal mastermind, who earned a
first class degree in computer science in the cadet. I keep thinking
if we were to rank, for sure jay would be my second in command. He is
convicted of seven murders in a row, eleven bank robberies, four drug
related cases and of all, three assassination cases on government
officials. Two of which actually succeeded.
we communicate through a hole on the wall, most likely drilled by
some other genius before us. He tells me he is forty three years old
and serving fifty years in prison. Ten of which were added as a
result of three suicidal attempts. However, he still makes fun of it.
Poor jay, hope he had died. Oh, I didn’t tell you he still believes
someday he is gonna be free. Funny ah!
I don’t care. If he is gonna walk out a free man, maybe on a
presidential amnesty or at the age of ninety eight, if he is lucky to
make it. Am a little younger and my case is far more terrifying than
his. I don’t talk much of it, basically because I never know where
to start. If I did, a lot would change for I also look forward to my
rebirth on my eighty seventh birthday. Luckily, spend a few years
hopefully, telling my story. It has been five years now, guess thirty
nine more to go.
“Spencer” jay shouts.
“what” I replied.”
“They are here boy, it’s
time we take a break.” He shouts lowering his hoarse voice.
“Ok, old man let’s see who
kicks some ass tonight.” Suddenly I hear the door hedges crackle
and I know it’s time.
It’s gonna be a long time.
So, let me breathe some fresh air for a minute, before I get back to
my future stuff and smelling my shit for another day or two.
“Spencer, move it”. The
guard shouts standing at the door.
Well, my cell is too dark, and
that’s how they do it. I get up slowly and drug my feet towards the
door. I never told you this place is hell compared to Alcatraz. All
prisoners here are special in terms of first degree in crime
especially murder, rape or even both at times.
I once overheard a
guard speaking on the cell phone, call it Code Seven. That’s
because its hidden somewhere in the mountains like an army camp. In
here no visits, nothing, just twenty four hour watch in the inside
and on the outside, on snip perfected towers.
I get to the
door and stand at ease looking straight into his eyes.
“I said step aside,” He
“Get your ass of my way kid.
One more time and am gonna blow your fucking brains out.”
Life isn’t easy, so are we. I
move fast to avoid getting kicked in my balls. He walks past me and
directs his slashlight inside my cell. One of the first things they
do every twenty four hours, to check on any suspicious activity.
Anyway, I have been here long enough to know that.
On my left
side there are two others, I mean like me. Apart from jay the other
guy I hear he is deaf. Obviously, he doesn’t hear but he has been
around too long than any of us. Jay tells me, he has served at least
thirty years now. I keep asking jay, because this guy enjoys being
alone. By now I guess he knows everything there has to be known about
Code Seven. Well, I guess you wonder what’s on my right. Damn, it’s
a ten foot wall. That’s why I never bother looking on my right.
However, there are other prisoners in here, but on the other side of
the wall. We interact a few times on the court though, we are still
separated by a fence. This is how our specialty defines us in Code
the guard shouts. We suddenly turn right and drag our feet about
forty yards towards the door, which leads to the court yard. At the
door another guard takes of our cuffs and at last I get to see the
sun shine once again. Jay takes along breath, stretches his arms and
then looks down at me, smiling.” Dude, you are turning grey,
“What”.i respond looking up
“Yeah I guess am not the only
old ass anymore.” He says winking his eye brows.
“Uh! How about we sit over
there, the game is about to begin, right?” I ask.
“Yeah boy, let’s do this.”
He respond glancing at a group of boys on the other side of the
“Today is our day. You know
“Yeah if we are the players,
The game most of us enjoy in
here is basketball. It helps feel at home though, and pass time a few
hours during the day. Our deaf guy, loves staring at the mountain
views. So he sits on a brick, left on the far side of the court. So
no one bothers him much. Back on the field, today we have Brixton
boys’ verses alley. I say tough. I like being a fun of a few likes
of Fernando, the Mexican guy with tattoos all over his face and Solo
a three time jail escapee. That’s because, in here our pasts are
have known him since the day we met at downtown police station. Back
then, he had been my mentor. For heaven’s sake, I keep wondering
why he is on the other side of the fence. Anyway, we talk less and
his story is not that much different from mine. At times, he offers a
cigarette on weekends especially Fridays. I bet he is the only guy
that can beat my crime record so far. Though, sooner or later, he
will be out I guess. I didn’t realize when the game ended, till I
heard a siren wail. As usual, the three of us hurry back to our cells
and on the other side, I hear they move ‘underground’, to some
kind of labor job.
way in, I overheard jay and the guards arguing over the day’s game.
Alley was down seven Neel, meaning Brixton boys had officially won
the game. A few minutes later, I guess they started beating him up,
because I could hear his squeals as I drifted back to my cell. That’s
why this place sucks, but they say you all get used to it. One moment
you are smiling, and the next moment you are screaming wildly. I had
footsteps drift away and I knew the guard had left, probably to enjoy
the party too. Guess on who? Silence kills this place. Sometimes it
actually feels dead leave alone sick.
quiet. I barely hear anything apart from the jay am used to, and now
he is absent. Well, someone once told me dying in here is not a big
deal. Thus because nobody cares. You either get smart or get buried
outside the walls. Because, we probably don’t exist and After all,
only a few of us make it alive out of Code Seven. Besides, am back to
smelling my shit. So, let me make a step in developing my new theory
till the sun shines again.
think freedom is what we miss. Personally, I had it all before I
changed the course. Let’s say I had the best education, top grades
and a little discipline. Of all achievements on top was my favorite,
architecture. Yeah, am an architect? However, I have brought down a
few in the last seven years.
began at Brixton hills high school in the year 1998. Back in the day,
I was a young talented musician looking up to a very bright future.
In that, apart from biology and chemistry stuff, I was interested in
music as well. That’s why I had signed up for a music class which
was optional, and at the club too. To say the least, I was smart. In
fact, I already knew how to play the guitar and piano before I even
joined in the third grade. This in a great way, contributed to my
popularity at such a tender age. Yeah call me a freshman, no offence.
you rap so well, who would you wanna be like a few years from now?”
Mr. Hudson asked.
“jayzz of course sir.” I
“Why jayzz and not Nicki or
Rihanna? You people are still feminist yeah?’ Miss Helen argued.
“Not like that.” “It’s
because am a men, pursuing the same career, I want a man role model
you know.” I had answered.
(Whispers from the rest of the
“That’s ok, your right Mr.
“it isn’t about feminists,
let’s call it responsibility.” Mr. Hudson commented.
(A little silence).
“But you don’t have to be a
woman? Just take a few good odds on their performance.”
“To have a role model,
doesn’t mean you have to be exactly like them, right class?” Miss
Helen had questioned smiling.
I think I saw Mr. Hudson try to
defend his point before the bell rang. Oh, I felt sorry for him. The
lesson was over and from the smiles I saw on everyone’s face, I
could tell the lesson had been a success.
later in the day I used to join my three friends in the pool for a
swimming competition. After that, make sure I got home by five p.m.
in the evening. However, that day on 27th July 1998, everything about
me changed for the worse. I guess that’s when my nick name spencer
came along. This was after an argument with Nickson a friend of mine,
just because he couldn’t tolerate the the fact that I had defeated
He jumped off
pool, and came at me fast yelling, I had cheated. I did know that for
sure, he would kick my ass if I didn’t do something. Brian and
Henry were still in the pool, so I had no option on defending myself.
I can say nick was tall and well-built. Thus, he obviously surpassed
me in all combat prospects. For as long as I had known him, he used
to be cool. That day, I didn’t know why he was so mad at me for
beating him once. Most of the time he won, and none of us dared
accuse him of anything live alone cheating. He increased his paces
towards me, so as to strike fast before others could intervene.
“You son of a bitch, why Did
you do that?”
“What, you got a problem?”
I replied as I took a step back.
threw his first blow, which hit me right on the face. God, it was so
painful. Somehow I still feel it up to date every time I sneeze,
especially now I have cold. To defend myself I grabbed his vest and
pushed him back as he thrashed his left fist for another blow.
Accidentally, he tripped over the swimming pool edge and fell right
on his back me on top of him. I thought he could role me over, so I
had held him tight. Astonishingly, he lay still breathing heavily
just staring at me. By this time the others had come to my rescue.
They all glanced their strange looks at him then me.
“Oh God, what have you done?
Get off, he is hurt” Henry had yelled at me.
I quickly jumped off and left
him alone. Things happened too fast that day. The last thing I recall
after the incident was being kicked from behind into a cell at
Brixton police station.
I had never
been in such a situation before. I was shivering and freighted at the
same time. Reason, everything I used to hear about this place was now
real. The place was a little dark, apart from the dim yellow light
that hit the wall on my right hand side. Which meant the sun was
setting. Furthermore, I doubted whether my step dad would get to my
rescue on time.
Before I could
reconstruct the events of that day, I turned to ask officer about my
accusations as he locked the door behind me. I wanted to ask him of
Simon’s situation too, but it sounded a bad idea. So I had dropped
it. More so, judging from the negativity he had shown earlier, I
doubted whether he could tell. Of course, I was right. he didn’t.
Judging that angry, terrifying look on his face, he was probably
counting on my desperate state or even worse. One last look and he
going on seemed too much for me. A few hours earlier in a music
lesson, and now in police custody. I never imagined such a day would
come. Well, it in fact did. Even if it would be over, I was quiet
sure nothing would ever be the same. My girlfriend molly, my dad,
everything would change eventually.
Suddenly, I heard
someone breathe heavily behind me, so I had jumped back. Thanks to
God I wasn’t alone. At the far corner, I spotted someone a sleep on
the floor, leaning against the wall. I couldn’t tell whether he was
facing me or the wall. That didn’t matter. All I hoped was he
wasn’t one of those crazy freaks, who enjoyed raping other inmates.
I thought, he noticed me getting closer to him. Well, the snoring
suggested he was way too far asleep, probably in dreaming. So, I sat
on the floor, leaning against the wall next to the door.
That night, I
guess whoever the guy was and I were the only people in there. I
could hear no whispers or screams only his snoring sounds. Soon, it
was evening and thanks to whoever light the bulb on the corridor,
that at least shed some light in.
The next thing I
felt was a heavy slap on my face. I quickly jumped up even before I
could open my eyes, and moved three steps back towards the door.
Ready to scream if he was a ‘bad guy’.
“Hey kid what’s your name?”
I quickly rubbed my eyes to see who had questioned.
“Am Adam sir, am really sorry
to wake you.” I answered.
“How old could you be?”
“Seventeen. “I answered
“Call me Ben kid.”
“What the hell are you doing
in here anyway?” he asked.
“There was an accident men, I
think I hurt my friend.” I answered
“Uh! You can’t be in here
for hurting your friend, unless pretty bad.”
I knew this place was rough, so
I didn’t bother asking him why he had slapped me earlier. However,
slowly he proved to be convincing and I told him my story. Looking at
him I could tell he was one of those ghost thugs who snatch peoples
stuff on allies especially downtown.
Every time I get
surprised why some people like talking to others, their faces too
close to theirs. Especially, if not related in anyway. For instance,
this guy Ben had bad breath. The more I tried moving my head back,
the closer he came. I just prayed he wouldn’t kiss me because I
wasn’t gay and furthermore, I wouldn’t survive his bad breath.
I don’t know why
he insisted on calling me spencer, however much I told him I was
Adam. Spencer, my official name now, was invented by Ben that ghost
thug. That night, we talked much. Sometimes I felt motivated or
rather good of what I had done. Though deep inside I still felt
guilty. Then, I realized to him every good saying or proverb meant
the opposite. For instance, when he talked about standing up for
himself or taking responsibility, he had to include someone dying.
Which sounded a little weird at the time.
To be honest,
something felt so good in the inside though I couldn’t really
figure out what it was. Sometimes times it took control of me and I
somehow enjoyed the conversation as much as he did. I felt fear drift
away. How it all happened, I don’t really remember but I slept
peacefully for the rest of that night.
The next morning, I
was woken by an officer pulling me by the collar. I knew it was time
to stand in court and have the judge decide my fate. I don’t
remember telling Ben good bye, but later, I suppose that son a bitch
stole a hundred bucks from me.
later in the day I stood in court before the judge and a couple of
others who wanted justice as much as Simon did. If, he was still
alive. To my guess if he wasn’t dead, I was sure he had some sort
of a severe spine injury. Furthermore, I wasn’t afraid anymore.
Such that, everything that happened sounded like drama to me. For
God’s sake, I wish I knew Ben had brainwashed me of the meaning of
Later, it turned out
that Simon had suffered a severe spinal injury which had been an
accident. It was a tough job for my lawyer to prove my innocence,
despite Simon’s family demand for justice. Dad, didn’t say
anything. He just sat in the front row next to my step sister Lucy,
then a college graduate. He kept his eyes on me all along. But I
could see pity in them though.
He had adopted
me from the orphanage at the age of five and since then, all I know
he had been a loving father. He once showed me a medical report
indicating that, I was found abandoned in a basket at the train
station. If you wanna know, this is one of the reasons I worked so
hard to better my future.
After a few arguments
here and there, together with my two witnesses, I was found not
guilty. All the judge declared was, I had do some social work for
the next three weeks and my dad had pay half of Simon’s bill at the
national hospital. Later that day, I thanked my lawyer and my two
friends for saving my ass. As usual dad and Lucy confronted me as we
drove back home to Rosewood district, where we lived.
“Dad, it was an accident, ok?
I swear I didn’t know that would happen.” I had apologized.
“Ok son, I know, just breath
it’s gonna be ok.”
“Am really sorry dad.” I
All my life I had lived in that
bungalow, embracing every single moment and privileges that came
along. Looking back at everything I had been through, let’s say
most of it was good apart from the first awful story, at the train
station. For the next few days my sister went back to college in
Florida and I carried on helping my dad at the shoe store.
Then, he still
worked tirelessly on getting me enrolled into another school. For
months I didn’t hear from my girlfriend molly, neither my friends
Henry and Brian. Suppose, they had moved on, good for them.
Life for me
became tougher every single day. Dreams of going to college and
getting a degree, were diminishing little by little. Later, in fact i
had thoughts and lots of them, on dropping out and at times even
those crooked thoughts lead to what Ben had told me that night a year
before. Simon, would be spending probably his entire life on a wheel
chair, and that might have marked the start of freedom.
seventh 2005 I graduated from Johnson high school in Brooklyn, Texas.
I had never been so happy in my life. Lucy and dad were a few of
those who had celebrated my achievement in such a great way.
First, we had a
celebration party at our house in rose wood, on one Saturday night.
Tell you what, a lot of people showed up. Something that once in a
while, proved how much I meant to them. So united such that, no one
would ever think I was adopted.
I keep thinking, I
could have saved myself that night, but I didn’t. Reason , I had
invited few of my top friends from Brooklyn, who had been on my
response team for two good years. It consisted of two smart twin
brothers, who used to circulate weed in school and at times, around
town on daily basis.
In fact, we
had customers and lots of them. Let me say, I was growing up and if
you remember, there was another member of my family, Simon when it
came to expenses. He was in hospital now and then, so dad still had
to contribute our share. I knew it killed him but he never dared say
a word to me. So I had taken responsibility to make money fast and
move on though, the hard way.
go well as planned. Since, I spotted someone standing on the porch
staring at me, as I emerged from the kitchen. I recall she had
winked, suppose she needed service. Wow! She was pretty, dressed in a
white mini dress like the one molly had won on our first date. On the
waist, one of those that need a light belt to match. I recall winking
back to create an impression. All she did was smile and shake her
bare shoulders like most girls do to impress guys.
this is because today most of those privileges are long gone and
forgotten. I pushed my way through the crowd and as I got closer, she
became familiar. Guess who? Molly my ex-girlfriend. To be sincere
ever since Brixton hills, I had never met such a wonderful girl like
molly. In fact, she was one of a kind. On my side I can say humble,
passionate, loving and a beautiful young woman.
surprised when she spread her arms and hugged me so tight. Hell, she
had grown. Probably gained a few pounds since the last time I had
held her in such a way. At the moment, she seemed to enjoy relaxing
her head on my shoulder more than anything else. The more she held
tightly, the better I felt. Especially, her beautiful breast pressing
against my chest as I surveyed at her curvy body. After a minute or
two I had pulled it off. Guess it felt a little weird and too good at
“Oh! Adam long time no see,
how are you?” she said still holding my left hand.
I couldn’t help figuring out
how to respond to that. I could have said good, but that wouldn’t
have been enough. So I suggested we take a walk in the backyard, and
have a talk. After all, let everybody dance, eat and drink to their
“Am good molly, still
surprised by your beauty you know.” I answered
“Really?” she smiled.
“I like it every time I see
you smile like dat.”
“Oh come on, you said that all
the time, remember?”
“Of course I do honey”
“I just wish that incident
hadn’t kept as so far apart.” I answered.
“Adam, congratulations and
welcome to college.”
I really felt into
her that night more than anything else. Even though it was my day, I
felt the need to change the course no matter what. Let’s say for
some reasons, some opportunities come once in a life time. So I did
what any reasonable dude would have done after meeting their hot
ex-girlfriend once in a while.
I sneaked her
into my dad’s garage, which was separated from the house five yards
overlooking our drive way. That night I had what I can say, I have
never had ever since, not even during my high school days. Not that
we hadn’t slept together before, but that night seemed so special.
didn’t know for how long I had been asleep, till I was woken up by
screams and gun shots outside. I suddenly dressed up, and before
rushing out, I conversed a little with myself. If anything was wrong
I always had a feeling, and most of the time I was right.
First, I was a
drug trafficker, sorry to myself. So, every step I took, I had to be
careful. Especially, when there was some weed circulating around. All
I could here were chaos. All this time, footsteps seemed to disappear
far from our house. So definitely there was a problem.
I had hesitated
rushing out through the door that led to the living room, before I
heard someone drop the sofa heavily. At the moment, I couldn’t hear
any Screams apart from the violent voice of my dad. Which counted as
proof, something terrible was on. I was gland molly was gone, so
whatever was outside, I could find a way of dealing with it. I told
As I took a
glimpse through the peep hole, someone pushed the door open. So I got
pushed back and lay on the floor ready to surrender in case, it was
one of my big boys in town. The last thing I saw when i turned to
look at whoever had pushed the door, was a man holding a G3 riffle on
one hand and on the other, a batch that read CIA. The next thing, I
was feeling dizzy. I think someone knocked me conscious from behind.
tenth 2005, I was found guilty in possession of two kilos weed,
cocaine and heroin. Therefore, sentenced to three years in prison
with tough labor. Which came as a surprise to my family, especially
for the next three years I was the talk of the town. In fact, all of
Brixton County. I was only a twenty one year old boy, an age which
didn’t count at the time. I remember Dad was there to hear the
ruling. I didn’t pay much attention to the crap they talked about,
all I felt was sorry for him.
adopting me, he had made one hell of a mistake. Well, I hoped someday
he would have to forget he had a son named Adam and just move on.
Which I still doubt if possible. But at the time, I felt it worth for
the old man.
once, I have heard people tell a story about a frog and a scorpion.
Especially, in here in code seven. You wanna know how it ends? The
scorpion still bites the frog, even after much conviction to help him
cross the river. When the frog questions why? The scorpion answers
it’s my nature to sting.
This is what I
keep thinking every day, destiny is a matter of choice not fate. Why?
Because despite our nature there always are decisions involved on
every move. Furthermore, they can change our future for the better or
for worse. Hey, I dint tell you that that the scorpion drowned right?
Guess what happened next.
If you don’t
believe me, am gonna ask for an opinion from my second in command. I
hope he will be back soon though. He thinks, there is nothing more to
do in here. Unless, you wanna play mind games with the guards, which
often doesn’t end well. For now, I can hear footsteps nearing my
cell. So let me prepare my ass for some daily meds. Suppose by now
you know am sick.
That was the
first time behind bars. I can’t say, I got to survive without
challenges inside Bakar prison. Which is situated south close to the
Mexican border. The first six months had been terrible for me.
Especially, when it came to socializing and defending myself from
some brutal inmates.
Bakar anyway, was
far much better if had known others likes of Alcatraz and Code Seven
existed. Some of the common stuff I went through, was being so young
among old and ruthless killers. Likes of Bradly, extremely tough for
guys like me.
wasn’t the only one in the twenties. There were a few others, who
somehow got used to being molested. They would give anything they had
if asked to, without hesitation. On my side ,I was a little tougher.
I can say pretends but I had to survive.
wasn’t stupid to withstand the thought of giving my lunch or supper
to someone then go angry. To say the least, I struggled. I got beaten
up though after a couple of months, I guess they gave up.
I remember an
incident when I first killed. It was on a Tuesday morning and as
usual fresh inmates got to wrestle with the champion, as a welcome
party to prison. The rules somehow supported it though it was
inmates used to gather around outside their cells to watch the fight.
I did know that wasn’t a fair game, but everybody had done it. So
they enjoyed watching fresh ones beaten to death.
I felt tired and so, I had decided to take a nap peacefully in my
cell. Suddenly, I heard someone scream as I approached my quarters.
At first, I couldn’t tell whether it was mine due to a lot of noise
from the spectators. As I came closer I could hear struggles and
definitely it was in my cell.
I tiptoed closer
and I saw a couple of men holding someone, whose legs spread between
them. From their movement I could tell whoever was held down, was
struggling. In Bakar, there were only two possibilities in such a
situation. Either someone was being slaughtered or getting raped.
I had heard
of several such cases being commented on by the senior officer on
parade days, and here one was about to happen or already happening. I
couldn’t let those sons of beaches do whatever the hell they were
quickly came up with plan. My room Mike, kept a knife hidden beneath
his pillow. But that was way too far and I couldn’t get to it on
time before they were on to me. So I had one choice. To distract them
and dare a challenge in order to get a pass.
“Hey, what the hell, Put him
down.” I yelled furiously moving closer.
From a far I could see the tall
one was the leader of the phantom family, which comprised of the
Mexicans. The tall one stepped back and came furiously at me.
“What” I said clenching my
“You wanna enjoy the party
“No, but that no good big guy”
I said pointing at the boy.
“Now you tell me what to do
you brat.” He had said trying to get hold of my neck.
The other two held a boy down
just watching. The boy seemed younger than me and from the
hopelessness on his face and tattered pants I could tell this was a
“Know am gonna kill you kid.”
“Yeah, I know.” I answered
as I dived towards the other two and luckily ended up knocking one
Then, I quickly pushed the
other guy off and pulled the boy behind my back. Before the short
one got up, the other two came at me, clenching their fists ready to
strike. I did what I had to do. I don’t know whether they saw me
grab the knife under the pillow, since they hadn’t shown any signs
The first thing I
did was stab the short one on the back, as he struggled to get up.
The rest realized that immediately. So, they had tried to get hold of
the knife. I don’t remember the guy on the floor getting up, but I
recall struggling with the other two and stabbing the tall one twice,
in the eye and on the left shoulder. Before I realized it, the other
guy fled. To me and this boy, it had been a victory. Two bodies lay
right in front of me.
If you don’t know,
some laws never work inside the walls. Because later, I tried to
argue my case showing a couple of bruises from the steel bed and a
patch I got on my face. Surprisingly, my days in the chambers were
reduced to a week instead of a month. I was happy the senior officer
had accepted my plea of self-defense at last.
The chambers back
then were some special rooms for criminals who committed crimes in
prison like murder and assault. I don’t know whether they exist to
date but I guess they still do.
A few days in the
chambers, I was a totally different man. Whatever the case, I had
nothing holding me back. So, I had pressed on my feelings of guilt
and made them say, my step stones. I reasoned with myself about the
future, and I had concluded that power, was what it had held for me
Probably not a
bad man but, let’s say I had the courage to do what had to be done.
Like taking control of the situation the way Ben had explained that
night. Since then, I developed my theories of conquest and
dictatorship which seemed to work pretty well, the moment I left the
chambers. Later, I fought my way to becoming the leader of the
Phantoms, though I was an American.
For the first time, I
was able to enjoy what champions or rather kings do enjoy in prison.
Better food, cell, services and a little respect. In some way, I also
acted as a mediator between the in mates and the law at times of
crisis especially riots.
Note that all this
never happened without challenges here and there. Now and then I lost
men. Some died, others left for the chambers and a few walked on
crunches and others on wheel chairs. I can’t exactly estimate how
many deaths I was responsible for, but I once had the senior office
want me extracted.
I think the reason I
survived someone chopping of my head in exchange for freedom, was
because Mr. Hudson got transferred. Tell you what, now he is the
head of code seven. Somehow, from the way he stares at me time to
time, I think he still remembers me. That’s why in the first place
I said I hope to leave this place. Something I can’t be so sure
about, as along as he is around.
For the next one and a
half years I was a king, till I turned twenty four. I didn’t inform
you that all these years I only had one visit from my step sister
Lucy. She had informed me that then she was married and worked for
some advertising agency in New York. I hadn’t paid much attention
to her advice though, I knew she was quiet generous on offering it.
She didn’t seem sorry, so we had a normal conversation about dad
and ever since I never saw her again.
For the rest of the years
I was serving, I became a little friendly to my fellow inmates and
learnt as much as I could in return. During my last days in Bakar, I
met this engineer named Harrison gates, a math genius. Well, I was
smart but remember my knowledge was limited since I never had a
chance to attend college.
taught me a lot of incredible stuff. From figuring out different
structural designs, to how to identify their weaknesses. Which, was
my favorite part. Every time he conclude, he used to say,” I hope
you are not gonna try this shit spencer.”
I had a conversion with him one
evening during supper.
“What do you ever think is the
true meaning of freedom Mr. Harrison?” I had enquired.
“Freedom to me is doing
whatever I wanna do with no limit, no fucking laws.”
“Yeah, that is what every
preacher I met told me.” He had answered.
“And here you are in prison,
right?” I had commented.
If I wasn’t wrong, whoever had
this guy convicted was supposed to take him first for a medical
One minute saying this and there
minute implying something else.
“Of course am in prison.”
“Because some freak think,
with my skills this is where I belong.” He had answered.
(I laughed slightly)
For sure, at times he was quiet
funny. Yet most of the stories he told, made a lot of sense. Let’s
say from his reasoning point of view.
A few weeks later,
I was a free men roaming back on the street of Brixiton. I had learnt
a lot by then. All I saw were possibilities of something incredibly
beautiful and at the same time the end of me. I remember promising
myself not go back in prison and incase, it would be a long time
before some law enforcement caught up with me.
the cost of freedom is high and some like us have always paid for it.
This time round, I stood unshaken to prove the world wrong. There was
no cost for freedom because, it was always there for whoever wanted
to enjoy it. Hey, I can hear some footsteps. I think jay is back.
Let me say sorry to this good friend of mine.
First I had the
thought of I returning back home and begging dad for forgiveness.
Something I hear once happened to a prodigal son. Am not much of a
Christian but then, I knew I was about to be one. I would gather my
courage, get home, knock and ask for forgiveness.
The good thing
was that my dad had always been a believer for as long as I had known
him. So the probability of being forgiven was high I guess. Someone
once said, if you can be able to convince people in religion, you can
make them do anything you want. For instance, what I was about to do.
remember clearly as much as I do, the year 2008 was the worst year of
financial crisis. Life was too hard for me. Such that, if I decided
to live on the street sooner or later I would be dead, and my body
probably found somewhere in a ditch.
Let’s say I
could have gone back, to being me. However, I couldn’t get to
convince myself that being a bad guy was what I wanted, after
everything I had been through. Furthermore, I was still on the watch.
Thus, if I didn’t take care, I was quiet sure in weeks I would find
myself back in prison.
So, I settled with
first idea of being a prodigal son for once. Nonetheless, east or
west home is the best. To be honest, I don’t believe that crap
On May twenty
first in the year 2008, I decided to take a trip home. I was quiet
sure my dad was then a lot older after three years of depression,
trying to let go of me. Then, it sounded better than living homeless
under a bridge, when I knew I could fix something so easily.
That morning, I took a train
downtown to Jason place, one of my oldest boys in town. Jason had a
normal life. Since after my arrest, he had given up the business and
decided to earn a genuine living. I knocked at his door hoping he
So we had a conversation that
morning after letting me in to his cabin.
“Hey men what’s up?”
“Am cool men, look at you
bro,” i had answered.
“Oh! Sorry men.” “I know
it’s a long story, feel at home spencer.”
I had never felt so good since I
left prison. All I knew was a lot of my old friends used to turn a
blind eye on me every time I asked for help.
around Jason’s cabin, it was one of the pretty ones I was used to,
before I headed to prison. It had two old sofas, a small wooden table
and two stools on the sides. Apart from the old charts and maps on
the wall, the room still looked good and it would hold for a few more
years. At that moment, I turned to face Jason as I sat on the sofa
that overlooked the kitchen. Also, pretty in good shape.
“Thanks men, am really happy
you still remember me.”
“Of course I do.”
“If it were not for you, I
could still be sleeping under that damn bridge or even worse.”
Tell you what. That’s how
things happen at times. A few years I had this guy work for me for
two grand a day. He had managed to carry on and purchase a cabin for
himself. Now, things were different. I was the guy looking for a job
and sleeping under the bridge. I just hoped he would return the
“Now am the guy you were
then.” We laughed.
“Jason I need your help today,
I mean now.”
“Yeah men, anything I can
afford, ask.” He had answered.
“I need a few bucks, and
“How much do you need?” He
said rubbing the back of his head with his right hand.
That would be tough. I knew, he
wasn’t worth much. So if he was to help, I had to ask for a
“Just fifty grand bro,
I barely say please. If I do, am
seriously in trouble and I need immediate help.
As matter of fact, he didn’t
argue much because I promised him a refund as soon as I could.
Within no time, I
left his cabin and headed to rosewood unsure of what awaited me. The
last time I had talked to Lucy, I remember her, whisper that dad had
suffered depression, but I hoped he was well or better because that
had been three years before. The taxi drove through rosewood on to
Luke’s drive, my destiny.
The place looked to
have changed a lot in terms of environmental conservation. Also, from
the look at the surrounding homes, I could tell a few had managed to
be tycoons. Why was it that, this whole time I never felt guilty? The
feeling was like I was returning from school in the old days. It
never felt much different whosoever.
I arrived at my dad’s
place before noon. I hoped he could listen to me, and if possible
keep me for some time before I found a place for myself. I knocked
gently on the door. The first time I didn’t get a response, so I
had knocked again. When the door opened I wasn’t surprised to have
a short gun pointed on my face ready to shoot.
The door swung open and
as he came out, I took a step back, my hands behind my head. He
looked older than the last time I had seen him. His hair had turned
white and he wore glasses that rested on his flat nose little low for
his eyes. So all that time staring at me, he looked above them.
“Who the hell are you?” He
Suppose he had forgotten due to
old age, I would remind him.
“Am Adam smith your son dad.”
I had answered.
“I never had a son, how about
you get the hell of my property or I shoot.” He had threated.
From a far I could see a few
people probably neighbors gathering to watch.
Dad just stared and to my
surprise, he kept pointing the gun at me and moving closer as I took
steps back off the porch. After a while, I could hear his voice sound
more fierce. In prison, I had learnt this. So he was about to do
something terrible that was of course shoot my face if I didn’t
“Okay, okay, don’t shoot am
off.” I had pleaded I as I walked off his drive way.
The crowd was getting bigger
and within no time I knew someone was about to call the cops. As I
walked away, I remember turning back to take a look at him.
Surprisingly, he just walked back towards his house, the shot gun
placed on his shoulder.
incident, I think triggered something deep inside me. I felt so sorry
for myself. That night under the bridge I called it over. Whatever
the cost, I had nothing holding me back from doing what I was about
to do. Simply because I was nobodies’ son. From then it would be
me against the world.
later, I was back on the streets looking for a job. In fact any job I
could lay my hands on. First, I got a delivery job at a company that
run an online store. At times it sucked but I had no choice other
than to hold on, till I could at least manage to get a place for
pretty well in the first month. On the first day of following month,
my salary was delayed due to some so called loss reduction law. I
never got to understand that clearly. But, from how Owen my core
worker had explained it, it involved deduction of some loss I had
cost the company for example breaking a few items during delivery.
A few days later
on pay day, things got worse than I had imagined. I got paid a half
the salary I deserved. This meant that I couldn’t even afford to
rent the cheapest apartment in town. That day I felt so angry. If
they did know or had asked for some kind of experience when they had
hired me, they wouldn’t have made such mistake.
For the record, I
have one hell of a memory, for every big thing I have done over the
years. On November second the year 2008, I took a walk downtown, on
my right hand carrying a twenty litter gallon of petroleum. It was
past midnight, the city patrols had cooled down. In other words,
nobody could notice me easily or rather suspect anything.
Mostly at this time
of the night, if you are on the street, you are either a prostitute,
a thug, a policemen on patrol or some criminal trying to snick drugs
here and there. So, no one gives a fuck about anybody else’s
business except the police who at the moment relax on some street
corners. Probably, treating themselves too.
I increased my paces
down the road and turned a corner where I could see the warehouse a
few meters a head. The company had its offices deep in the city and
had this warehouse in the suburb. Especially, for convenience when
delivering goods outside the city. However, this area was a little
remote. Only a few estates and some sort of cottage industries which
obviously close early. So the only thing I had to deal with was the
Slowly, I approached
the warehouse. It was gated and well light. Thus, if I had to get in,
I had to find a way of convincing the guard. And if he didn’t
surrender, once I was inside I would kill him. There was no way I
could work so hard and still sleep under the bridge?
approached the gate. The smaller one was easier to break through, but
first I had to be sure the guards weren’t too close. Slowly I
stretched my head to have a glimpse through the narrow steel bars.
Suddenly, I heard snores come from the inside just beside the wall.
So, the guy had slept as usual probably not expecting anything. If he
had no idea, this would be the worst night of his life. If not, he
would be dead long before he got to tell anyone about it.
had climbed over, holding the gallon on my right hard and made it
down on the other side. As soon as I took a step towards the guard
who lay beside the pavement that lead to the warehouse, I felt a
strong grip on my neck from behind. I remember struggling for my
life. Whoever he was, I can say he tried. But I was a prison veteran.
Taking me down like that, would never be easy.
A few struggles and I
managed to catch the arms still chocking my neck from behind. I
recall knocking his face hard using the back of my head. Within no
time, he had lost control probably due to the pain he felt. Suppose I
broke his nose. I then picked up a stone beside the pavement and hit
him hard on the face as he wrestled back. He fell down without a word
and there he lay breathing heavily. I couldn’t tell whether he was
dead, but helplessness suggested he wouldn’t be long.
To my surprise, all
that time the other guy was still asleep. I had a thought of killing
him, but I got convinced to tie him up in case, I needed time to
escape during the investigation. One thing I have learnt all these
years is that, you can’t run forever. Sooner or later someone will
catch up with you. So, all you need to do is buy yourself some time.
So I carried out the duty and made sure he didn’t see me. He kept
“Come on dude, what do you
“Just don’t kill me please.”
I never got
to answer him. So I had knocked him out. He used to be there every
time I picked up items for delivery. Meaning that, if I spoke he
would have recognized my voice. I put up a few other proves that he
had been involved, though I knew the CIA would soon figure it out.
People say, at times you feel some kind of conviction for example not
to do whatever I was about to. In my case, all of me was there. My
conscience supported it that whole time.
I torched that warehouse, and with it millions of dollars burned
down. A week later I was on the run all around the country trying to
find a refuge. I can say, the CID are the only people who almost
broke the record, but they didn’t. I agree I wasn’t the smartest
person on planet, but I found a way back to Brixton. Where, I knew
was the last place they could looking for me. This is because the
last place of contact had been Las Vegas, Nevada. Thus, to them I was
still on the run.
In Brixton it didn’t
feel secure roaming across the streets. So the last place I had
decided to hide at Jason’s cabin. I knocked gently on the door.
“Spencer, what the hell are
you doing here?” he had asked the moment he recognized me.
“Dude, am here to hide you
already know that.” I had answered.
I dint want to attract attention
from the passersby, so I pushed him in and closed the door behind me.
He stepped back and then relaxed looking straight at me.
“Yeah, and you think this is
the safest place?”
“No of course, just for a day
“Men, I don’t think so, you
have got to leave.”
“No am not living, make a call
if you want to.”
Sometimes giving people an
impossible option during an argument is an easier way to win. Judging
from the look on his face, I could tell he wouldn’t do it.
“Relax.” I concluded as I
rushed to his kitchen to grub something for my grumbling stomach.
That night he didn’t feel
comfortable even for a second, but I couldn’t help it. I had chosen
my path and he was on it. So, why not move on? I had thought.
Since that day, I
became the most wanted man by the CIA. Tell you what, I was a ghost.
If they had any hope of catching up with me it would be after a long
time. Furthermore, I had nothing to lose. For the next two years a
series of events followed. Some small others major
Those days, I had
assembled a perfect team for myself. So a lot happened in between.
Just a few events here and there, without my consent. Running a gang
of criminal masterminds, wasn’t so easy. But I was the king and the
king had to be honored.
We broke into
banks and stole every penny. At times. Kidnap, hijack and a few
illegal business here and there in the deep web. I keep thinking if
the judge had put into consideration every crime I had committed, I
guess it would be worth hanging me at the Central Business District.
But instead, here I am in Code Seven, Still holding on to hope of
Choices are what every
human being has got to make a difference. In fact, time is such a
valuable factor that equals nothing, not even freedom. Looking at it,
I had the chance to change for the better. But, instead I had held on
to the fact that, being a monster was who I was meant to be. You know
why? Because I had lots of chances, till I lost everything and
everyone I valued in my life. The first one had been an accident, and
now I know I could have lived with it. I hear someone whispers. I
think jay is back.
“Hey dude are you okay.”
“Ever better bro”
“What happened, you could just
have let them win.”
“No men I think they want my
“What! Did they tell you
“Yeah, men they took one from
the dude next to me.”
“You mean the deaf guy.”
“I don’t know what to do,
they want mine by morning, both.”
“And he said you are next.”