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well i must say am glad with the responses so far considering this write up was somthing i have put away for so long ,but the ides are there and this is just a ruff draft-unedited, but then i apreciate the commments so much i have decided to post the next chapter here for you guys to review, please watch this space!

hmm thanks a bunch for your reviews believe me its refreshing to hear a honest opinion, well as for the story well its actually some short stories from prison ,it focuses more on the narrator telling stories about people (stories ) and funny events that occur in jail, he is a criminal no doubt and like i said everybody believes they are innocent , the story doesn't set out to prove his innocence at all its just a series of narratives , also i intend to add more to each chapter 4 now i just write it out as it comes without embellishing i just needed to know what pple may think, also the first few chapters i tried to create a mental picture of the various locations where events will occur and just create a general feel and curiosity for my readers thanks a bunch and watch out four rough draft 3 , am avoiding the chapter thingy, thanks

kay9 thanks for your reply though like i said its still a very rough draft but would like it if you rted Chapter two and let me know what you think,

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There is a high perimeter fence that surrounds the prison grounds, high smooth walls that were meant to cage us in or so they thought when it was built years ago, criminals of today were much smarter than just high fences and with the increasing number of insane attempts to escape even at the cost of broken limbs, barbed wires were installed at the top of the fences, you would think that this would stall the attempts ,it did nonetheless some fools -like Muda who was found on top of the fence at 2am in the morning screaming ”Please help me!” at the top of his lungs- were undeterred.
The fence runs round the compound enclosing 5 blocks, with each block having 3 floors and a large hall which doubled as the cafeteria and lounge to restrict the movement of inmates to their blocks except during the recreation hours when we were allowed to mingle , E block was the newest block and it was the block everybody wanted to be incarcerated in, mainly because the windows in some rooms were larger and they had latrines instead of buckets for feces, the name had changed so many times from Federal Palace hotel to Sheraton hotel but it was now called Aso rock because it was the block in which Obasanjo had spent his nights before being catapulted to Aso rock, for some reason the name stuck, new inmates were brought to this block and as your years in prison progressed you went from here on to the other blocks depending on your crimes while inside or who you piss off, staying on in Aso rock was politics and it was here I started my adventure as I like to call it.
In prison you don’t need a reason to like or hate anybody, from a simple conversation o r comment in the cafeteria while queuing you could find yourself in the midst of friends by dinner and the same talk with wrong person could find you in a pool of blood in the middle of the night, silence here is not necessarily golden but is advised, however there are people here like Congo who would just simply hate you even for keeping quiet and the way he stared at me from across the tables in the cafeteria I could tell he hated me, I quickly looked down into my plate of watery beans and swallowed hard.
I wasn’t one to be rattled so easily but if you had a six foot very muscular bully staring hard at you for no reason in an all male prison ,believe me you would be sweating as hard as I was right now, I looked away and struck up unnecessary conversation with my neighbor, just something to take my mind of the monster that was looking at me and also to give him the impression that I also wasnt a nobody in this s place.
“pali how far now ?“ I said to the fellow sitting beside me
“How far with what?’ he retorted
‘How far with Congo he been staring at me all morning’
‘Ahh, well it means he likes you ‘ he smiles and turns to other people at the table and before I could say ‘what does that mean’ he points to me and shouts loud enough for alll at the table to hear
‘Everybody Congo likes him!’ and everyone bursts out laughing.

guys below is a rough draft chapter one of a small series am writing please read ad let me know what you think, thanks


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Kiri kiri is what they call it outside, very few people know the real name of the prison ,’ kiri kiri’ was what struck fear in the minds of most criminals still at large they feared this place more than the law enforcement officers still searching for them ,the only reason I knew the name by heart were mainly because they were the last words I heard from the judges mouth during my sentencing before the usual uproar that accompanied the number of years I was being sentenced, I remember asking the bailiff how many years I got later in the corridor while waiting for the van, the other reason I remember the name of my prison was the bold inscription on the wall as you are being led into it
“MAXIMUM SECURITY PRISONS, KIRI- KIRI, APAPA”
It was bold and it was the last thing you saw before you were tossed into the place,
For many people who had never been In a prison for a crime, you think that they only keep you there, starve you and maybe torture you occasionally but here in kiri –kiri the whole building was created to torture from the heat to the flies and lack of toilet facilities you’re the closest you’ll ever get to hell while on earth.
I found out after a few days of being here how precious freedom was compared to all the money out there, money and the lust for it being the major factor that got most people in here, as soon as one gets in you begin to lust after your freedom.
There so many things you should know about the people in here, the first thing being everybody is innocent…everybody has one side of the story that totally absolves them of their crime but most stories here were never heard by the sentencing judge hence the story tellers end up in jail recanting the stories to warders, inmates and people like me who should know better than to believe them…, by the way am innocent too and I will tell you my story.