He handed it to Jane. “You girls should take care of yourselves. I will keep in touch.” He bade them farewell and walked out of the room . He looked forward to seeing Brenda again . * * * Lupe Prison was situated at an isolated area of town. It had a very large compound with a great wall. People dreaded being associated with Lupe Prison, not just because of the general impression most people had about prisons, but because of harsh stories told about this particular prison. The death rate for inmates in this prison was very high mainly due to the harsh conditions inmates faced; here the convicts really paid
the prize for the crimes they committed. Most prisoners who successfully completed their tenure in this prison always prayed that nothing ever took them back there. This was where Nimrod James had been for the past four years. A five-feet-nine-inches-tall fellow with muscular physique and means looking eyes , Nimrod hated this prison with all his might . He couldn‟t wait to be free once again; to have the freedom to do whatever he liked whenever he wanted. His body system had never adjusted to the life in the prison despite having stayed there for four years. He couldn't stop praying to God, if there was one,
that time should fly so that he would be free once again. Here he was treated like s**t by the prison warders. He was made to eat
rubbish and subjected to hard labor every day. Every little offence one did always resulted in severe punishment here. Suffering that could never be compared to the offence. “Nimrod James !” “Who the hell wants to know?” “Your god in here!” Now what?
He was chained before stepping out of his small cell when it was unlocked, but before he could react, a baton came crashing down on his head. “What the f***?” “That?” screamed Curtis, the prison guard on duty. “That doesn‟t even compare to what you have just done! Now move it!” And he was pushed forward, jeers ringing out from the other cells as the stoic guards fell in step behind him.Everyone knew about his exploits in Lupe, but then nobody liked getting into trouble when Curtis was on duty! The group stopped before another cell and Nimrod flinched. The prisoner within had cowered to the far corner of the small room when he saw them and Nimrod knew he had every reason to be afraid, yet he still tried to wriggle his way out of the trouble he now knew he was in. “So what have I donennow?”
Another baton crashed into his back and he doubled over. “Is he the one?” Curtis asked the terrified man inside and thought he saw a flicker of a nod. That was all he needed.“ C‟mon James…you‟ve got a date with the sun!” “But – But I didn‟t do nothing wrong! ”he tried again. “You fag…!” shouted Curtis ,kicking him with vehemence. “No one is your
girl in here!” “Wait till I‟m through with this,Sean…,” snarled his victim as he was being pushed away. “Wait till I get my hands on you after this…!” And the young man inside the cell cringed back the more. “You‟ll do no such thing , homo!” bellowed a second guard. “Your new cellmate will be Sean and a camera will be fixed on you from now on 24/7!” “What?”
Daylight almost blinded him when he was pushed out into the open and he tried to shield his eyes with his chained hands.
The interior was always dimly lit and his discomfort was a direct result of this. A terrible push saw him crashing to the ground
and the guards on duty all around him erupted in laughter. “Hey…What – What the hell you doing , man?” he asked Curtis as the no-nonsense warder proceeded to rip his standard issue prison clothes apart with a razor blade . “What the hell you think you‟re
doing?” “Putting you back in line, big boy!
Now, get up!”
Nimrod Effiong Bassey James had to spend his remaining free time that day under the sweltering heat of the angry sun with nothing on and in the glaring presence of everyone
he'd come to hate in Lupe Prison.