Prison Life (ii)

Two days later, I went back to the C-max prison hospital where I slept only for two more nights then I was told that I was fit to go back to my cell. When I got there, I didn’t find my cellmate. I hope he is dead.

There were still many of us in the block who survived, but a little less than before the night of the war. Some of our soldiers were dead and some were still in the hospital. I don’t know where Black Jesus fell between the two as he was not there in his cell. But he can`t be dead. He can`t be. I didn’t sacrifice my life for him so he could die too. No, he is not!

“Sure, Mastermind. I heard you are back.” He asked, “How are you?”

“Thank God nothing happened to you.” I said, “As long as you are good, I`m good!”

“Well, in that case, we need to talk.” He had a serious face.

“I`m listening. Just hoping I`m not in trouble.”

“We need to stop selling for now. It`s too dangerous.”

“No, we are not stopping.” I said, “The danger