Chapter Twenty-One
8 months later:
Location: Kamiti Maximum Prison, Nairobi:
Sean was just finishing a plate of juicy medium-rare broiled steak, coleslaw and a Tusker light beer. He knifed the last morsel and forked it into his mouth, taking his time to savor the beefy juiciness.
A different death-row inmate empathetically looked at him as he sat down on his chair at the mess hall of the Kamiti Maximum Prison. The convict remorsefully squeezed his shoulder, warmly smiled and then took away the utensils.
Sean then wiped the sides of his mouth with a soft paper towel, slowly pushed his chair back and got up. With a heavy heart, he said, “I am ready.”
“I am ready.”A guard clad in standard brown attire then escorted him to the prison barber. At the point when he was getting a quick rough
