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"Are you sure you're alright?" My Mother had asked, while we talked passionately on the phone. It was yet another trip to Malaysia with my Boyfriend, Gregory Williams.


Life had suddenly gotten better for everyone and I made sure I wasn't feeling any different.


Within a few months, I could brag to anyone that I was a traveller of many places. China was fun but I couldn't understand a word the dwellers were saying. Europe was great but I didn't like the weather, making me sick for a few days. Australia was amazing but it wasn't as stupendous as I had expected. I always wanted more and Gregory was the answer.


"I'm good, Ma. How are you over there?" I asked quickly, but my Mother's reply came to me slowly, making me vaguely bothered.


"I should be back in a few weeks, Ma. Just take care, okay?" I said earnestly, trying to placate something or someone that obviously didn't need my help.


"Take care of yourself as well, my dear. Be good and remember to pray," My Mother had said, just before the conversation trailed off. I grew a lump in my throat since that day and it moved quickly to my Chest.


Gregory was out shortly to shop for a few groceries, since we lacked Milk and Honey. I was expecting him to arrive with that gleaming smile on his face, the one I usually bask in, making me calm and quiet.


But he dashed into our Apartment sweating and frowning. My heart shattered!


"What is it? Where are the groceries?" I asked, not minding my cadence tone.
"Groceries? Forget about that, Cynthia. We've to move now. We are in danger, I tell you. Danger!"

"Danger? What are you talking about?" I asked, but Gregory ignored me, throwing his Clothes and Shoes into his Gucci travellers bag, mine next to his, empty and wide open, as if expecting me to do the same.

"Greg! What aren't you telling me? Why are you leaving?" I asked, my Chest now rising and falling.

"We have to leave here now. We've been busted. Get your travelling documents so we can get out of here as fast as possible or else, we might just be killed like the others," Gregory proffered, making my head swivel in trepidation. It was obviously not the time to put every of my countless belongings into one small bag. We were in danger and we had to be fast to escape.


"Now, get in the Car," Gregory almost yelled, making my eyes water. He ordered me not to look back when the Police Van echoed in blaring and racket sirens, almost making me deaf.


"Now, listen to me. I've got the stuff but you've to make sure you arrive Nigeria. There shall be someone there, waiting to take care of you and make sure you're safe. I shall be with The Godfather in Tokyo but when I'm done, I shall be with you soon," Gregory said, making my heart churn. There were so many instructions and I could barely hear them, with the wailing Sirens behind us.


"What? But how am I so sure that I will make it to Nigeria? Look, they are after us and they might get us. Please, let's go to Tokyo together. I've to be with you," I said, imploring as tears escaped my eyes.


"Are you crazy? You'll only get hurt. It's too dangerous for you to be with me. Don't worry, a friend of mine will be with you when you successfully arrive Nigeria, am I clear?" Gregory said yet again, his tone commanding yet placating. I relaxed for a deep breath, making my heartbeat less palpitating now.


We didn't even get to say goodbyes. I hated goodbyes, because in Movies, it was always the beginning of something tough. I hated the tough life. That was what got me here, in Malaysia.


Gregory ascended into the sky in a small jet, as he flow beyond to Tokyo, while I was ready for my flight to Nigeria, ready to see my Mother and tell her everything. I was ready to eventually repent, pray and live a spotless life, even without the riches and wealth I needed so desperately.


When I arrived Nigeria, I could spot really dark clouds, as if they were holding unto something too heavy like a really big downpour, so heavy like my emotions. I wished to be with my Mother soon and hold her so tight, when I let go of everything that had happened between I and Gregory. He was safe now and so was I.


I walked so slowly, moving to and fro amongst other people, bustling here and there. The Airport was filled with so many people and I wondered if they were on a mission, just like I was. A mission I had obviously failed.


I waited shortly to be with the one who had been positioned to watch over me and take care of me but I met no one. I only met a few Men donned in Black, with really big guns, scuppering my hands with the stymie force of shiny handcuffs. That was how I began my own Prison Tale.

A good story but might pose a problem for some. The issue is you didn't elaborate on what she was arrested for aor what "stuff" means. I guessed it was some type of drug:cocaine, heroin, meth. Someone else could guess it to be a bomb, stolen diamonds, or anything. I hope you got my point.

Damsonkc:
A good story but might pose a problem for some. The issue is you didn't elaborate on what she was arrested for aor what "stuff" means. I guessed it was some type of drug:cocaine, heroin, meth. Someone else could guess it to be a bomb, stolen diamonds, or anything. I hope you got my point.

I do. The thing is, this actually isn't my first post. It's a short book series and the persona was arrested for cocaine. The first post deals with the insides of the prison and then comes subsequent more.
Thanks for reading and commenting.

RemenZack:

I do. The thing is, this actually isn't my first post. It's a short book series and the persona was arrested for cocaine. The first post deals with the insides of the prison and then comes subsequent more.
Thanks for reading and commenting.

Welcome. Thanks also for the clarification. You write well. Keep it up.

Damsonkc:

Welcome. Thanks also for the clarification. You write well. Keep it up.

Thank you so much. I appreciate it.