Inside the cold-stone prison gates of Nigerias most infamous jailhouse stood Rick moreno. A Congolese-British fugitive who had no doubt in mind his safe heaven was here. Prison. The dump house where him and those alike were forced into sedation and other diabolical correctional procedures that officers here regarded as the only way to keep people in here like Rick in order.
Rick had in no doubt been well aware of his actions and what he done. Self loathing and regret were foreign to him. he had no remorse. He had already been well adjusted to the prison environment. Thankfully with his witty intellect and a few corrupt prison officers he was able to secure himself a well-kept cell which even had curtains inside to protect some sought of connotational familiarity he had with what could be considered a “home”.
With a firm palm and distrustful grip Rick placed his hand on the cold steel window bars. He Stared on. Like a man whose soul and heart forfeited long before he ever stepped into this notorious penitentiary. No peculiar thought crossed his mind. Thought, emotions and feelings alike they were all but biological inhibitants. Things that no man like him should feel. Human affection and emotion was gross to him. his ego brought such a sense of entitlement and self worth to him that anything that remotely had connotations of affection and emotion was gross from his perspective.
indeed Rick was a man prosecuted for heinous crimes and terrorism. Although it seems quite unordinary for a man as atrocious as Rick, he lived quite a lavishly wealthy life. Some rumours say he was fed with a silver spoon. Yet he turned a blind eye and found favour in chaos and blood. With his hands still on the bar and eyes scanning the outskirts of his prison confinement suddenly a thought struck. A peculiar one to say the least. He wondered if truly his destiny was damned for this. To kill. To avenge. To be prosecuted. And he realised the human in him that he for so long casted aside into the deepest depths of his consciousness. Disgusting it seemed, but true when his rational overcame suddenly for this one piercing moment of self reflection. “am I truly a monster the world says I am, or the one I’ve chosen to .
In my view,this story highlights the self loathing guilt and internal affliction one feels. No matter how much you cast aside your sins, no matter how hard hearted you may be, the truth will always come back to bite you. From Ricks perspective this Wasn’t in the form of being attacked or misfortune. But simply the guilt that sooner or later will eat him up. And one way or the other succumb to it.
