I was convicted of a felony 11years ago, it changed me
No, not the way you think, not from bad to good. No, not from good to bad either
I wasn’t the type that will ever get thrown in jail, I was what some of you will call ‘a coward’, I lived careful, I lived easy, I ALWAYS played it safe.
I met a woman, she was a daredevil…. I changed her, she changed me. She became calm careful calculative just like me. We were happy, but broke. It always hurt me whenever she wanted something, and I couldn’t give it. She never wanted too much, she deserved anything she could ask for, she was real, she was loyal, she was for me.
For her sake (I have never been materialistic) I stepped out of my shell, to step up my game. It worked, it was life, it was all there is to live for, I felt like I cheated myself being cautious all these while, I wanted those years back. I earned respect (as a successful businessperson though).
The family was closer, it was knot around me, raked in a lot, I would have left, but it wasn’t about the money anymore, it had become my essence of living, I knew one day it would go wrong, but I would rather die doing this, than in a bed with teary faces all around
One day it did, well planned job blah blah, went south, got killed with a wide smile on my face…. Till I woke a medical facility, cops and nurses, the bone of my bones. She must have cried her heart out, she couldn’t even pull the joy when I woke, but I could tell she was happy.
(some details cut out) Long story short, I got well, I got tried, I got jailed…. Just 7 years
The first year the whole family visited time to time, TBH, it was bugging, after 3years it was just my angel, and occasionally the mother (my mother). After that mother probably got medically ill, wifey probably got emotionally ill, ‘cos none of them showed up no more. (okay, Wifey did like 3 times in the 2 years that followed).
I wasn’t bugged, I was not the type to hold on, I have found some fun in here. You think you are bad, then you meet the devil. If you are calm and smart and got something to offer, they will be family with you, they were.
7th year I stepped out, back to the free world, to be honest, I didn’t know how to go about it anymore…. The freedom, no regimented routines, so much open space and you are allowed to go in whichever direction you wished……You will be moved to tears seeing that beauty exists. The kids, the females, the rides, the busy bubbly life.
Going back home these people had forgotten I existed, I felt like a ghost
The one for me, for whom I was here, and was there in jail, wasn’t here, she was there in love with another.
Nothing was taken from me, the money, the cars, the house…. But in reality nothing was left for me
After two months I couldn’t deal, I think I was running insane, before I would be taken to an asylum, I begged to go back home. (Beg was more of bribes and threats)
After two more months, I was free again, within the confines of family, from where this was again written.
This is the response to your letter asking why I'm always smiling. If you can recall, from my first letter to you, today the 22nd of September, makes exactly four years since I first and last saw you, on my way in. What your father confiscated from me was not a weapon, it was a gift. What he gave to me was not just a gift it was a blessing…. The opportunity to meet you.
You have become , of my family, the closest, and most cherished.
I am in robust health, medically, mentally and emotionally. Till i write again, MAY THE ROADS FAVOR YOU
