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in the old days, in the years that have gone before us,parents were used to discipline there children well. Untill now in our new era where even young kids see no shame in the use of abusive words in public. God made man then a woman who in turns come to tame the allegedly strong, fearfully gentle gender of all time.
All my life I believe that god exists even if there is no solid proof but when nice things happens in my life I always give thanks to god even if it's rare for nice things to happen, Felix was a well known boy in nakuru some place in Kenya . He always knew how to get around with girls and even grown women but not with his family.
It was on a chilly afternoon and some boys were gathered just outside Tripole A, a well known building in nakuru where Felix used to hang out with his friends. "hey guys " he asked as he tried to go passed them not knowing he was the sole reason for the boys to gather out there, just before anything happened some officers with a black Subaru stopped, pulled out their guns and one of them shoots straight to one of the boys. then suddenly Felix and all the remaining parties were arrested and taken to an undisclosed location.
And now the story of my life now begins in jail after two months of torture in an undisclosed location my parents having no knowledge of my where bouts. here in jail people knew me as Otile as my alias name rather than my real name Felix. I had a really hard time coping with the hard life inside prison ,every morning we had to wake up and wash up urinals which stinks like anything hell like you can think of, but this morning it was different. A warden came and called out my real name meaning I had a visitor , I knew it was someone important because he called me out by my real name. I merrily followed the gaurd out from the urinals which I was about to clean. On seeing that the visitor was my blood Dad I jumped up with happiness and rushed towards him to give him a hug because all this time I never knew that people could come to look for me here, rumors were that I was dead.
"Hello Dad I am happy to see you and now I know that am going to get out of this hell looking place, " I said looking at my dad in despair knowing that he has come to take me out from this place only to be in shock that instead he rather wanted me to stay in prison so that I can change my behavior. "look son , whoever doesn't listen to his parents will end up dead or in prison." those were his words as he stood up gave me a packet of milk and left.
I broke down in tears not believing what has just happened and never had I imagined that my own dad would not want to take me back. I returned back to the cells very disappointed in myself and my own deeds in the past which are haunting me to the latter. My cellmates Salman,Tony ,Clinton and Stephen welcomed me with inspirational words "siku za kwanza hukua hivo," just to make me feel a little bit better.
I myself I'm a Christian and I fell in love with an Arab Muslim girl Rahma who is the root of all I have been going through. Rahma had these blue shinny eyes with perfect white teeth which she could arouse any man with her astonishing smile, the fist time I saw this girl deep down I knew she be the love of my life not knowing that instead she would turn out to be the pain of my life.
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