Gia, a savvy Jamaican, finds herself drawn to Nile, a rising young artist. Their journey through challenges and love unfolds with a slow burn, infused with satirical humor, as they navigate their own challenges as well as their budding romance again...
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📍 Tower Street Adult Correctional Centre, Tower St. Kingston and St.Andrew, Jamaica
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DANIEL DWAYNE FOSTER 'BITTAS'
It's been two whole years, and I'm trying to be grateful because it could've been forty. I remember everything vividly as if it was yesterday.
I had two whole years to self reflect and realize my wrongs, I did self reflect but maybe if I was in that same exact position I'd probably do the same thing all over again.
Mi nuh regret a rass. Shantel pussy was a 10!
Two years ago on the fifteenth of November I admitted to murder and took a plea deal. The day before during the interview I remember denying ever being at the scene of the murder although witnesses admitted to seeing me there.
I continuously denied being there, until it was Friday, the fifteenth of November and I was being interviewed for the second time since being arrested. My younger brother Menks advised me that he'd get me out just admit to doing it.
"Everything ago work out," he assured me. I wanted to ask if he was stupid, if him loose him screw? But in such a position I didn't have a choice, I trusted him. I trust that he would get me out of said situation. I didn't know how, but I knew he would.
Trust get yuh killed.
I was in a empty room with three police men, as a Jamaican youth, it was in my blood to hate Babylon.
Bun fyah pon Babylon!
"Cut we fih cut yuh locs eno Rasta bwoy!" One of them spoke his face wore a snare.
