24 hours with the devil!!!

A New Dawn 2

It was another bright Sunday morning and I was busy reminiscing about some of the experiences I had passed through in life and how it has contributed to me becoming the man I am today. My name is David Johnson and I am the first of two children. I was not always from a rich family and my parents often struggled to take very good care of my sister and I. As a kid, things were often difficult for my dad and growing up in the suburbs of Ray County, my father faced his own fair share of racism when he was young. But opportunity they say, comes once. My dad told me a story of how our fortunes changed. While working in the mines, my dad saw a little boy at the far end of the road who was about to cross carelessly. He stood and watched by as this little boy walked by ignorant of an incoming vehicle approaching. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him and jumped in the middle of the road and pushed the little boy to the other side of the road thereby sustaining severe injuries himself as the incoming vehicle hit him instead. His heroic act was seen by the father of the little boy who coincidentally was his boss in the mine. My father went into coma for about six months. When he finally woke up from the coma, his former employer, a white man who is the father of the little boy he saved was filled with gratitude and decided to take my dad under his wing. He and my dad became very good friends afterwards and through his influence, my dad was able to start a business which propelled him to wealth. Although rich, my dad never forgot his roots and he lived a quite simple life. He raised me to be a brilliant young man and even though I never lacked any basic necessity as a kid, my dad trained me to live a simple life and appreciate the important things of life. Growing up, I never experienced racism as my dad shielded me from the rigours of this horrible world. I was always a very intelligent and smart kid and I was always top of my class. I was eighteen when I got admission to study law in Harvard University and as usual, I was always top of my class from the very first day I stepped my feet in Harvard till date.

I was still deep in thought when my dad pressed the horn of his truck “What are doing young man? Hop in, let me drop you off at work.” I was immediately cut out of my initial slumber “Oh! Sure dad!” I was dressed corporately in a white shirt, a grey suit and trouser and a black tie as required from a law student. Sometimes we are mandated to wear a black suit or a dark blue suit but I decided to dress up in a grey suit today. I was already in the sixth and final month of my internship and I had a meeting scheduled with someone whom I was going to be sent to by my boss later in the day. Ever since the incident at the prison in my third month of internship, I had been filled with unanswered questions and my worries knew no bounds. I was still filled with rage from my past experience at the prison and sometimes I sit and cry when I think about that day.

I got to the office on time and I was given a letter by my boss to go deliver it to someone somewhere and also pass an information to the person in question. When I was told where I was going to deliver the letter, I was suddenly filled with fear and I could clearly fill the goosebumps on my skin, I felt shivers down my spine and sweat which had started forming on my forehead trickled from my forehead down my cheeks. “What is the matter, David? You seem a bit shocked.” I stuttered “I’m… I’m fine Sir.” “You need to deliver this to Mr Rash and inform him he will not be on death row at any point this year.” I hated my last experience in Phils Correctional Centre and the thought of going back there and seeing the faces of those prisoners who suffer t*****e everyday as well as the poor living conditions they are subjected to in the prison feels me with utter sadness and pity. I felt something but this time, it was not rage, it was not sadness, it was not pity. It was fear. Yes! Fear filled my heart as my legs trembled. I could not even tell at that moment why I felt that way but it was a feeling I could not help but feel at that moment.