"Hey, yo! Cool it down kid. Am just taking the first plain paper that is unwritten. I know how much you value this shit."
"Don't call the word of God shit. It is living, sharper than any two double edged sword."
"Haha, Bible, rip me open, you are indeed sharper than any two double edged sword. You would have saved my life from this concentration."
I rushed to grab the Bible but he gave me a punch on the face that broke my nose. I lay down helplessly and he opened the book ready to tear it when I jumped forth and wrestled him to the floor. Baddy was a nephilim, he had fingers that looked like fried sausages, lips as thick as fingers and teeth a pig would envy. He was a true definition of a land mammal, a grizzly ready to tear one apart. He was immense, powerful and I was the weakling ready to stand against any malice against the word.
I managed to keep him off the Bible until the guards rushed to give us a beating, one so severe that made me give a howl that would awaken my lost beloved Mary. I was put in solitary confinement, perhaps the saddest thing I thought God allowed to happen. Baddy was back in his cell with another cell mate. In solitary confinement, life was gloom, dark and seemed to trigger seizures. It was scary and was filled with all kinds of imaginations. I couldn't read the word as the only source of light was a small opening that siphoned oxygen from outside. The room was 6ft tall and 5 and a half feet wide. The makeshift of intertwined iron wires made sleep unbearable. There was no matress but a small dirty rag lay by the corner.
For once my faith dwindled. I hated life more than I could hate my death. I wished I never knew who God was. I asked Him questions He never answered, I asked Him why He never allow me to read His word and why He had forsaken me. I decided to quit on what I had now called the 'Christianity' thing. I was ever dehydrated. I drank water once in two days, ate two very tiny portions of what they called meals at very odd hours and never saw the light. These persecutions were so severe and thought that this God I truky worshipped was doing nothing in my life. For once I felt something scrub the other side of my wall. There was someone in the other room.
"Hey, anybody there?"
No one responded.
"Any soul willing to share what happens in hell?" I asked.
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My Life Was Prison, In Prison I Was Free
AventureTommy is a spoilt kid from a filthy rich family who strives to be different from the rest of his family members. Jane is his sister, born out of wedlock and he shows her love despite the opposition and hatred she faces from his siblings. He ends up...
