UNNAMED FREEDOM

"Dascas Powman." A heavy bodied man in a security attire called out.

"Present sir." Dascas Powman a man looking like he is barely twenty five years of age replied.

"Badu Buntu." The security man called out again.

"Yes, !" An old looking man shouted he was Badu Buntu. If you took a look at him at first you would mistake him for a thirty year old man but actually he was sixty years old. He had taken good care of himself by staying fit. A big black man with a terrifying voice with a scratch on his neck.

Badu Buntu, is a known figure. He was famous during the reign of President Muok. The president used him to assassinate the opposition politician to keep himself in power. The likes of Poot Kaguta, Hom Mboya among many others were assassinated for the greedy man, to continue ruling the country.

It was inside an old messy prison that was used by the whites when they invaded Africa. It was actually built a century ago by one of Europe's largest engineering company at that time. The Prison's architectural design was unique nothing similar to those you see around Utembete that look like kennels. At the heart of Forest Kibilu where it was known of deadliest animals that prey on human flesh. It was believed that there is no way one would escape from there, if he misses the guards he can't dodge all the lions. Prisoner's here were brought through choppers. Most of them were either politician or diplomats who the government was afraid that their accomplishers will try to get them out.

"Luke Macey!" The security man yelled.

"Yes sir." Answered a young man.

"You are so skinny, would you manage this place?" The security man asked then laughed he took out a cigarette and blew it up.

"He will manage, he gotta be a man. Isn't it little buddy?" A black giant said with a terrifying voice.

Nobody said a thing.

The Officer after finishing calling out the register turned and left.

"Officer ," Buntu called and the officer turned to look, " don't forget to bring me my medicine!" Badu Buntu shouted.

"Yes, sir" the officer replied and he left.

'But how does an officer call a prisoner sir? Is he crazy? Or are they the norms of this prison? Or is it because of his previous authority?' Luke macey was disurbed by this questions all through his mind. It was his first day here he thought he should not trouble himself with all these questions.

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At the yard,

Luke Macey was sitted on a bench. It was his first day here, he knew nobody here. He sat alone as he was looking around. He saw a basketball pitch and some of the prisoners were keeping themselves busy by playing the game. Badu Buntu was sited on a bench on the other side of the pitch near the fance that separates the yard and the prison. He was reading a maroon covered book.

Suddenly, all those playing basketball stopped. There was a tall black hooligan trespassing the middle of the pitch. It seems he is respected here as the play was abandoned to let him have a swift work. The man wore a black t-shirt with some red spots on it, a grey khaki trouser and a black gedion boots. He walked straight up to Luke Macey. Everybody was staring at him, they looked like they feared him very much.

"Are you Luke Macey?" The hooligan asked.

"Yes, i am." He tried to figure out where this man learnt his name from.

The hooligan pulled Luke by his Shirt an punched him hard on the face.

He understood that was what happened to every prisoner on the first day in prison. Though he never expected it, it came his way, the pulling was extraordinary that it left the other prisoners, stranded none of them understood what was going on.

Badu Buntu was watching from far as he perused through the pages of his book. To him that was something that he was used too. The bully in the prison is known all over the world, mostly if one was taken to prison, the first thing he would come across is the bully and the sexual assaults, many die, but those who survive, they become tougher maybe more than there before. Luke would later in his life right the book about his first day in prison, he named it unfriendly.