Another Inmate Kicked The Bucket And More Tales From Panama’s Prison.
One thorn of experience is worth a whole wilderness of warning. – James Russell Lowell
An excerpt from an article I read online; worth sharing;
‘In many cases, incompetence does not leave people disoriented, perplexed, or cautious. Instead, the incompetent are often blessed with an inappropriate confidence, buoyed by something that feels to them like knowledge.
The way we traditionally conceive of ignorance—as an absence of knowledge—leads us to think of education as its natural antidote. But education can produce illusory confidence. An ignorant mind is precisely not a spotless, empty vessel, but one that’s filled with the clutter of irrelevant or misleading life experiences, theories, facts, intuitions, strategies, algorithms, heuristics, metaphors, and hunches that regrettably have the look and feel of useful and accurate knowledge.’
A secret to happiness is letting every situation be what it is instead of what you think it should be, and then making the best of it #Lockup
Mon, 3 Nov 2014
Like every other Monday, up and ready for what I have planned out for the day and to overcome the odds of what the day will throw at me; most importantly, my daily workout and lousy disruption and provocation from the lads.
But today’s workout is seeing a new cellmate of mine hit the gym. Lad is tall and huge, but in my term, he’s likely overweight. But has experience of working out in the gym, but that was several years ago, and has been in a very long hiatus. Gave him a shirt and short to use, as I’m always glad to see someone make his first positive move.
Went through my morning rituals and finally set off to begin the day and week with my training partners.
Since we did chest on Friday, we opt for back/biceps, while my new cellmate got busy with his thing; jumped rope and also did barbell curls. He didn’t spent more than 30 minutes when he took time-out and left, saying he will be back the next day. Little did I or anybody know, there won’t ba a next day for him. He went in, showered had his oatmeal and went about the day’s activities.
We continued with our workout as we always do till we were done. Rounded up with more abs, stretching and then in.
Being a public holiday in Panama, the day went on on a snail speed, but doesn’t keep the lads from doing their things; gambling, talking or arguing of flimsiest issues. Everyone is always busy with something to keep or make them look busy or occupied or better said, usseful.
Having showered and washed my gym clothes, had a postworkout meal, tried napping, couldn’t as it was a bit noisy. Kept myself busy with #StiegLarsson novel ‘The girl with the dragon tattoo’, a good read and hard to drop once I’m on it. But, have to always take a break to fend for myself and tend to other things, or I will friggin starve. Heard there are some inmates who had taken their lifestyles from the street into prison; they friggin have others waiting on them, friggin butlers and chefs ;-), heard one even have bodyguards who marched behind him wherever he goes (if at all there’s any place, other than walking the passage length and back to his top shack on top of his cell), some will need even night watch; evil that men do friggin lives with them, some even haunts them.
Haven’t been doing late night browsing for a while, thus, decided to spend few hours tonight. Cold war in my cell with my boxer cellmate, distancing himself from helping with the food. Soon, I will turn my back on him.
Finally, as many are retreating to their fox holes, I picked up my spot outside my cell and went about my nightly business. The few people outside are the diehards nocturnal lads also browsing all night. Also were some potheads passing joints among themselves and few Mexicans brewers who are indulging in their prison-brew; #PrisonBeer; they brew the beer and end up drinking the lion share of their profits.
Like every other night, everything went on its course, cats are busy scavenging our rich bins for food leaving the rats to chew on my books and pee on my head, friggin lazy cats 😉
Then, and suddenly from upstairs above where I was sitting, heard the sound from my cellmate who trained with me today; lad snores very loud, I’m not a doctor, but being locked up and left to fend for myself medically and otherwise has turned me to be one; researching on everything that the internet will lay bare. At a time, I was forced to search on Google using this query “Google searching tips” ;-), looking for a better way to harness my search results, thank God, I still have access to some educational databases where I can find more academic information on certain health and nutrition issues.
The lad has been here barely two months, and I think he’s suffering from sleep apnoea; Snores all night and barely get enough sleep. And from what I have been reading recently about people suffering from sleep apnoea, it’s not a good news as so many ills comes along with it.
Around 00:40 (Tuesday Morning)
From upstairs came a sound that was strange to my ears, not the usual snores, but one of a man having a terrible nightmare. Left my phone on the chair and climbed upstairs, at the same time, my other cellmate living in the behemoth shack above my bunk came out and another lad from the next cell. My mate said, that’s how he sleeps and sleeps very deep, we let him be, as he seemed relaxed.
Hurried back to my phone as the lads hanging around aren’t saints but thieves, who are ready and willing to steal from their own friends.
Rounded up and hit my bunk, struggled to sleep, but couldn’t not until around 4am; Tuesday morning.
Tues, 4 Nov 2014
But was awoken around 7:30am by one of my boxer cellmate who stays up late or wakes up early to play #ClashOfClans. He called out at me, saying, it seems my mate is dead.
On hearing that ‘Dead’, every iota of sleep left me for good. Rushed upstairs and reaching to check his pulse, the lad was cold as a board. There and then, it downed on me of what happened late in the night around 00:40, the strange screams and the sudden relaxation and calm on his face.
Oh Death where is thy sting? He was a man with loads of aspirations, brought in under investigation as someone implicated him. Been through a lot in life, trying to pick up his life together before disaster struck fatally, but didn’t leave him, instead took him along.
Called a mate who was very close to him, as they eat together and always chat together. In the past, I used to sit up there with them, but my workouts, and being tired after workouts got me splitting to my ways, moreover I prefer reading than watching television. Just something to keep my busy and occupied as everyone else. Thus, for a very long while now, I have been keeping to myself and my cell after my workouts. It helps with my sanity and also I’m able to guard my privacy which we don’t have here; on daily basis with nothing to do, some inmates will sit and dissect and empty the entrails of other inmates, even their friends, once his back is turned on them. Thus, aftter my gym time, I’m off to my cell and bed.
I wasn’t planning of writing about this painful incident, but it will be like a burden on me if I don’t spill out the injustice prisoners undergo in Panama’s prison system; we are denied access to medical, inmates are left to rot and die, even when sick inmates try to get medication from outside through their loved ones, the cops will either seized the medication or refused them inside the system. Thus, inmates will and pay anything to get their most needed medications.
Family of the deceased were contacted, as I know, the body has been taken to be buried in his home country, unlike many who kicked the bucket before him, whose families could not afford transporting their corpses to their home countries. They were left behind for Panama to do as they please. And anything done to a death inmate is always without dignity, dignity that they don’t get even while still breathing and hopeful. Many of the deaths could have been avoided if proper medical practice were followed by the so-called prison medicla staffs; Nurses, Doctors, Psychiatrists and the social workers, instead of them taking care of inmates, they are busy fucking inmates or being taken care of sexually by inmates.
Another scandal that has been swept under the carpet recently; one of the social worker got pregnant by a local inmate. She is not the first and neither will be the last, the former female PE teacher was fired after she was caught giving extra physical lessons to some inmates for few bucks. In my words, she was friggin selling what she has for money and that’s is called #Prostitution and the lads are ready and willing to pay to poke their shaft into proper holes 😉
Another Intel from La Joyita where their ongoing war is like Irag war, and wouldn’t end soon, another top female official was fired after she was caught helping the lads relieve themselves. Heard she was doing it well that she even took it online; sharing nude pictures with her various encounters.
Another female social worker in our prison was also sharing pictures with a lad in the kitchen for well cooked meal everyday, when phone was seized during search, the cops didn’t bothered to ask who she was as they see her every day. She was fired for helping an inmate live a full life behind bars. The lad probably needed the pictures to wank every night, nobody knows if they ever had time to be intimate. So much is going around, and those who want to know will know.
It beggars belief how the government could admit that #PrisonViolence in Panama’s prison is getting out of hand, they have promised to come down on #PrisonGangs with an iron fist, but they seems to forget that these lads ain’t got no bloody feelings; push them to the wall, they will remain there until you get tired of pushing, then they will recoil like a spring and bounce back with vengeance and bitter force to destroy.
Colon Prison #NuevoEsperanza (New Hope) was on the news after inmates were filmed running the roof of the newly built prison complex with rifles and handguns shooting at rival prison gangs. It was like a scene from a movie, but it was friggin real as inmates were shooting and being shot at. Even the new president was speechless when he was interviewed. Finally, their solution was to removed the heads of all the gangs and send them to mega Joya (the new mega prison); that will be another breeding ground for gangs, thinking of American Mega prisons!
Now, that the heads are dethrone, there will be power vacuum amongst the gangs, and there will also be internal struggle or war to fill in the vacated position; somebody mean and hardcore will step in to lead the gangs. The lads are so organised, that they could arrange assassination from inside and get it done on the outside with swiss-precision like movements; but, there always a snitch, who will always grass them. And they are making money right from the inside as they organise deals on the outside, prison gangs are like business corporations, they run their businesses effectively and with military-like manners; there’s hierarchies which goes vertically and horizonta and every man knows his job. Fail on your post, you will be dealt with!
After all the shootings and more shootings, searches were carried out in La Joyita and also on some pavilions in La Joya. Like always, guns, knives, crude weapons, phones and other prohibited items were taken. Doesn’t mean the lads won’t find ways to get them back, either through same cops or from outside through all the loopholes in the system; money talks, bullshit walks!
As for us; the foreigners doing time abroad, we live on the edge as we also awaits the due search from hungry cops. We know they will come, but when? Several times we had search scares, but it all turned out to be false alarms. One day, we will be crying wolf wolf and the wolf will be here for real 😉
While we are waiting, the lads are getting on with their lives; booze, joints rolled and passed hands, white lines are been snorted just about every corners, nobody is hiding it anymore, it’s like lighting up a stick of fags, lad unwraps their package, get their half razor blades and arrange their lines, head bows but not in prayers, but to get their noses right on the beginning of the line as they suck up anything white on that pouch 😉
Many are dishing our potent liquor for our newly discovered brew; #ElBeer ;-), the lads have perfected brewing proper beer from what we have here into something that could compete with anything brew with malt, yeast and hops! Many are going down with it, but the hardcores still prefer their strong stuffs and those with money or good credibility opts for proper rum which can be friggin expensive; enough to feed an inmate for days if not weeks.
The latest that got us catcalling; a lad whose been here about 6years+ went poking after having a little too much. They have all been drinking in groups, and the lad just wanted to relieve himself, couldn’t brace up to our shemale as she ain’t free, but went to a young lad whom many say he’s been touching his toes while some friends shove for a free pouch of whites. The young lad was sleeping when the lad attacked him, both drunk, he pulled the lad’s pants and tried shoving his shaft from behind, the lad still trying to figure out what was poking was about screaming, only to be met with a Shsssssssssssh! Which has now become our new slogan “Shssssssssssssh” ‘Solo una’!
For so many years, the lad hasn’t done anything peculiar, but this one incident has cemented and given him a star in the pavilion, and the funny thing that happen next. The young lad he was trying to poke got freed the next day. Which brings the new saying in the pavilion ‘if you need your freedom, meet the old lad’ ‘get poked and be free’ 😉
Well, that’s what alcohol and too much of it can do to a supposedly sane human; make him want to poke into anything that looks like a hole 😉
Then came another one; but this time with our shemale. It’s a shame, with so supposedly many men around here, our reina should go hungry. Got me wondering what she does with all the money she makes from her nightly services, or is she salvation army, doling out free services on her knees?
She was caught trying to steal from one of the grocery stores in a cell down the passage. That night, she has come to me and asked for $2 to buy a cup of soup, didn’t have to give her. Before I left to sleep, she walked passed me with a cup of soup, but I guess she needed more food. A lad in the cell, that around 3am, he saw her trying to nicked something in the cell through the net, but something fell and she quickly withdrew and left. 3am? She must have been working, but the old Mexican where she got the soup was still open at that time as he opens his business from 11pm till 4am, attending to the kerb crawlers and nocturnal inmates. So it’s either our shemale is giving her bodily services for free or for other favours (free pouches of white) or on credit, if on credit, she has her way of getting paid; she threatened her debtors of going public of what they did together in the dead of the night, that alone will get her debtors to pay up before being uncovered 😉
Friggin love the game here 😉 like a street theatre!
About me? It’s been hectic as I went under the weather, feverish, migraines and bodily pains, and chest pains, took about nine days off from the gym. Tried getting medications, couldn’t through the right source, finally had a local who works in the infirmary nicked something for me. I was also bedridden for most of the days. Eventually got better and back to workout, but felt very weak, had to start gradually and finally picked up my tempo and momentum 😉
Another thing that put some smiles on my lips; schat finally had her ceremony and award for Master of Science in Business Information Systems and my little girl passed her first exams on piano lessons she has been following intensively. My boy is also doing fine with his new football club. Their joy is my joy and peace of mind. They all give me the strength to carry on through the odds of life BehindBars.
Meanwhile, the new police commissioner in the prison has decided to stop fruits and vegetables from coming into the prison. His reasons; they are used for moonshine, he must be delusional, no inmates will want to spent money on expensive fruits to make stupid fruit ciders or wine, when they can add one and one and make mashes to be distilled into strong liquor and they can also brew beer from legal stuffs they buy from the prison grocers.
The new law has gotten us to hunt for vegetables from one place and one place alone; the prison kitchen.
The few lucky ones amongst us working in the kitchen are busy making good dough after the ban by bringing in vegetables to sell to their close pals. And for many of us, it has also sent us looking up to the locals for supplies. The local inmates are close to the kitchen and they tend to run all activities in the centre, so many are turning to them for all sorts of things that could come from the kitchen. My local training partner is helping me, as I was able to get some milk, half-tank of brown beans and a pack of tuna, but at a cutthroat price. It’s either you buy or you leave it as someone else will buy.
We don’t know how long the ban will last, but it has caused the prices of anything vegetable to hit sky high, plantain used to be 50ct wholesale, but now, they are demanding 80ct per piece at wholesale price, meaning the lads will be selling between $1 – $1.25. For now, we will wait and scavenge whatever the locals can nick from the kitchen.
Santa clause has been a blessing as he shares some of his produce from his vegetable garden with me, but have to pay him as they aren’t free.
The week of 17 November has seen more inmates released than any other time since my incarceration. About seven inmates went free, including the young lad that got his freedom after being poked 😉
One of the released happened to be one of the big shark and fat bully in the pavilion, but as always kept his distance from me and my group; we train together and we will lookout for each other.
The lad has spent about seven years in the joint for two cases; drugs and illegal gun possession. He was controlling all the whites that were coming in, when I arrived here back in 2009, he was the only one selling white, while a Jamaican who also did about seven years before released was doing joints but later got into dealing white as the market was growing. The former, was always selling on credit, mostly to the Spaniards whom he knows their embassy will come with money some day. At a time, a spaniard long repatriated was so much in debts that his family had to send a direct message ‘that nobdy should sell anything, not even food to him on credit’, still didn’t stop our shark from doling out his dope on credit as stocking them will bring another case if found by cops during search. Thus, every dealer is always ready to sell on credit upon credit.
If he doesn’t get paid, then comes the beating, and threatening, sometimes with knives or even had the local come in to do the threatening as he once did to an old fella.
Despite his dealing, the lad was in deep debts from loans he got from people to fund his business, heard he was sending money home; robbing others to enriched himself, well, he knows where he comes from, he won’t last long on the street if his creditors are out to get him.
At a time, when his second case was raised, he became frustrated, started snorting on his product and drinking, that got him real wasted. And that was when became very erratic and his life was spiralling downwards into oblivion. Forced himself into the gym, but only to bully others, by keeping weights around him which he doesn’t use.
Finally, he worked his freedom in absolute silence, when he left on Thursday morning, he sneaked out, and had to send some locals to pick his stuffs. He knows what an angry creditor could do, he could be sent out with #PrisonScars on his body and the lads know where to always aim; the face!
Wish him and others good luck and hope they don’t come back here again. Who knows?
Finally, as of Friday, 21 November, there are rumours of search, but we seems relax as there are more hotter pavilions in the centre. If the cops will come on us, it will be for our phones and routers, they won’t be looking for guns or grenades here (the locals do sell grenades along with other types of guns, they are in warfare)
Also on the news, three wardens were arrested today as they tried bringing in money for some inmates. Few wardens make some few extra by bringing whatever inmates wants and they can risk bringing them in. The money as I learnt as money meant to pay inmates who had received money through money transfers through some lads doing the business here. Simple as ABC; they give you a name, your family send money and they take 10%. And as foreigners, we need money always on us to survive here; we buy medications, food and pay for whatever services needed, nothing is free here.
Sat, 22 Nov 2014
Having gone to bed early, woke up around 2am to use the loo, but decided to stay up and chat with schat, who was awake but still in bed meditating. Also used the time to start some new torrents downloads; The Economist Nov 22, 2014, #SuspendedSentences by Patrick Modiano, Auto Express UK, New Scientists Collection 3 and 4, GQ mag, Men’s health and two new Albums; Dame Shirley Bassey #HelloLikeBefore and #RickRoss #HoodBillionaire. Some of the downloads were completed, others had to stopped as it slowed down internet connection 😉
Exactly 5am, my gay cellmate walked to the door, fumbling with the lock as he opened the door; didn’t know he wasn’t in his hammock all the while I was sitting there. He almost scared me, but my sixth sense is always alert to my environs. He stank of alcohol, and was crying. Asked him what happened, in tears, he said, the young lad that he’s in love with punched him. Well, wasn’t happy, hope to have a word with the lad later in the day. From what I make out with him and the young lad; the young lad doesn’t drink or snort, he only blows joint, but my gay cellmate does everything in the book; snorts, drinks, and blows both joints and shafts 😉
Finally left the phone close to the router on my mate’s groceries, hope when he opens up for the day, he will take care of the phone. Set up several downloads; and I went back to sleep. Only to wake up to the lads cleaning and washing the cell, they failed to wake me or didn’t want to disturb as they knew I was up from 2am till 6am. Helped them put the things inside and also began cooking; curry chicken and white rice, thus, we will be having an early lunch.
As the breakfast cart was passing by, came the alarm that cops are heading this way, got us scrambling to our stash spots, as routers and chargers were flying and thrown around from up in the signal spots, everyone was on the move; sort of an organised commotion, running around, but with one mission and purpose; to hide and stash whatever needed to be stashed and hidden.
No gas was used today, as the cops knows what will follow if they try it again, finally, we did our best and left the rest for God to watch over and also to the one man that will stay behind to watch the cops as they search; one man per cell will stay back to watch and that man will use his wits to outwits the cops 😉 and that one man behind in every cell will determine how the cops will go in their cells; use of words and being kind to them can be very effective than screaming at them. So long what they find is not in the weapon categories; knives, guns, rifles, grenades and drugs. With phones, they can accept handshakes and let you have the phone as they understand that we are foreigners and need to be in constant communication with our families.
We were striped-search as we were hauled out; pants down and everything was search, even the gym storage room. My two nailcutters were taken, they got confused when they saw my petty electricals. None could figure out what a bluetooth earphone was 😉 told them, it’s for my dvd player 😉 friggin dullards!
Outside, less than 5 minutes, the sky let loose heavy downpour that lasted about ten minutes, but enough rainfall that could flood some areas in the country. The cops thad to let in some inmates into the gym hall, mostly the elderly, while the rest of us remain outside crammed together under a shed outside the pavilion.
The search went on and on, one by one, tanks of moonshine and mashes were hauled out, plastic bottles of beer were also brought out, the Chinese had 7 tanks taken, bad business, all were supposed to be distilled for Christmas. But we still have time before Christmas to run another batch of mashes and distil.
Then came the laptop that has been here for years and survived many searches, also from the same cell came two routers. The original owner of the laptop was free last week, guess the new owner couldn’t fine a better stash. Quite a handful of phones were taken, and a lot of chargers, also earphones and pouches for phones.
Bags and tanks of metals were brought out, all filled with knives; proper fight knives and ones hammered from pieces of metals which is in abundance in the pavilion, some even had broken weights from the gym in their cells as weapons. Seeing all these today has made me realised that, the pavilion is changing, people who were the keepers of peace are gradually leaving, and the new lads are still fresh from the streets and many are hot-tempered, ready for battle; thus, arming themselves in the best way possible and also, is the best way about surviving the slammer. It shows how the pavilion has changed from a one time tranquil place to a dormant volcano, sleeping and waiting to erupt.
Quite a lot were taken today, but my cell survived and my bunk was untouched as the cops who came in, barely move my books, but open my cans of tea and my food bank (tanks used to store food). Two bottles of rum were taken in the cell next to mine, the lad shook hands witht the cops to stop them from going deeper as they would have found more bottles of the proper juice 😉
The lad who stayed behind in my cell, said he did shook hands with the cops that came into the cell to search, that’s why they didn’t rough my cell, thus, we all contributed and reimbursed him. It’s business as usual. It’s his words against no other as he was alone and we can’t friggin ask the cops, thus, we have to accept whatever he says and the most important thing, our phones are safe.
While outside during the search, I was terribly worried about what the state of my bunk and mini-library will be when I finally get in after the search.
The cops spent some good deal of time, but the first six cells took the blunt of the search as these cells were turned inside out.
On entering and seeing the first five or six cells and how they were roughly search, everything was thrown on the floor as cops search through every nooks and crannies of the cells. My heart skipped a beat, but was surprised when I came into the cell and found out that my bunk was untouched, just some lifting and touching around.
The newly old lad in my cell was overwhelmed with joy, that he had to embraced everyone of us. We didn’t catch why he was doing that. It was later I remembered that, this is his second search experience in the slammer. The first didn’t hold, but it was bitter experience for him; as cops threw canisters of gases and even shot at us with pellets. That incident has left the six yard mark on my mate, that he thought all searches are always like that. Today’s search was so calm and the cops were well organised and respectful. Thus, when we got in, he was so excited and overwhelmed with joy. Many thought he had probably gotten a message of his freedom, not knowing that the old lad was celebrating his survival of another search.
The pavilion gradually got back to life, as many counts their loses and others their survival or what the cops couldn’t take or find. Quite a handful of phones were taken, but many survived the search. We hope it will be the last search this year.
Many thought the search came as a result of the wardens that were arrested with large sums of money as they were bringing them in for some inmates; but little does the authorities know, that without foreign inmates having money, many of us would have been gone for long. We buy our medications, buy and cook our foods and also pay lawyers. Thus, we need money with us at all time, and the only means to get money is through other inmates running money transfer business and on commission.
Whatever will happen with the wardens, we will know later.
Just found out about the social worker who got pregnant for a local inmate; apparently she is supposed to be one of the prison psychiatrists, shows how fucked up the system is. Probably the inmate hypnotised her and got her laid. But she is walking around clumsily with her dirty face and with a protruding belly around the offices amidst the open-secret.
Late Saturday evening, had a few cups of our prison beer, and decided to hit my bed as the stress of the day was weighing down on me. Slept till around 1am, and woke up to get online. Stayed up for a while and finally return to bed.
Sun, 23 Nov 2014
It’s another fortnightly visit tomorrow, many will be grooming themselves for tomorrow. Woke up as one of my mates was cleaning, but stayed up stretching as others went through their morning rituals. Finally up and set up water for tea and also washed the bean I had soaked last night to be cooked. Then came breakfast; something that look like coffee and milk with the normal round bread. Had one with peanut butter and a cup of the coffee. And later a cup of green tea. Also started with the beans. And my mate cooked rice.
Bought the beans from my local pal, a full tank of brown beans nicked from the kitchen, many are turning to the kitchen for vegetables since the ban on fruits and vegetables is effective now. A tank full of mixed vegetables can go for $30 or more, a bag of vegetables will go for $20, guess doing time here in panama is becoming more expensive.
Gave some of the beans to Santa claus as he’s a vegetarian and the prison don’t give a fuck about one’s dietary lifestyle, not even the Muslims or the Jews amongst us get their food as they want it, everyone to himself.
Another batches of cops were seen walking towards us, the lads were not shaken as we know, they won’t repeat another search too soon. They went to pavilion 8, the other pavilion housing foreign inmates here; the population of foreign inmates in panama is growing with each new arrest, while processing them and getting them out is stagnant as most countries are not doing anything to get their citizens back home; exactly what #TheNetherlands #Nederland is doing. The Spaniards and other European countries are working pretty fast to get their citizens home once they are sentenced. I guess Spain changed after two Spaniards died within a year in panama prisons.
#Sunday seems to be quiet, apart from some lads drinking upstairs, they started early and are in it till now 20:50:36! Guess they will carry on through the night till there’s no more liquor to drink.
Sunday and weekend is almost over, but our lives goes on, and we live for the next moment, where none knows what is coming in front or behind.
Talking of that; there was a bloodied brawl today, went out to meet my local pal for the beans; the fight was over. Happened between a drunken inmate and a new lad, but one my training mate took over, delivering heavy punches on the new lad; gave him two cuts above his left eyes. Guess that alone sent the alcohol out of his system. The lad who did that, trains everyday; boxes and does weights with me, thus, he’s in good form, while the other will be more likely to use weapon if he finds any around. Wouldn’t know what will become of them, if anyone will be kicked out, it will be the new lad as he has gotten into several fights before and moreover the other is a compatriot of the ruling council of the pavilion #Dominican, thus nepotism will come into play! We are humans 😉
Meanwhile, the locals are sending all sort of medications nicked from the unstaffed clinic and sending them to us to be sold here. And the lads selling them have new clue of what they are selling. I have seen some medicines after running queries on Google, that were been hawked as antibiotics, but turned out to be medicines for diabetic patients with high blood pressure. There are also many diabetic drugs; which tells one that many inmates are suffering from diabetes and high blood pressure due to immobility and sedentary lifestyles that we are forced to live. Many are growing fatter and robust and their waistlines are increasing with each spoon of whatever they are eating. One of such is my pharmacist-cellmate; lad got conjugal visit with his missus every fortnight, also visit with food, pays a chef who gives him to warm meals every day. Thinks he’s living large, but doing himself lots of harm, and he doesn’t like exercise, too bad! Hope he realises that his health is in his hands. I’m always teasing him that, prison is good for him as he was skinny when he came in her two years ago. He’s not alone, many are like him. They wait till they have some months left before their freedom, then you see them in the gym or outside running trying to lose 100lbs in one week 😉
Guess they seems to forget that those pounds of fats didn’t get there in one week, thus, won’t be possible to lose them all in one week. Despite their efforts, they destroy it with their diet; fatty foods and more rice and rice, and loads of fried foods! They were born with those food, very hard to live without them.
Taken a while to round up this blog, still got one I’m yet to finish. So much to do when you have to do everything on your own; cook, laundries, cleaning and also watching once back constantly 😉
Hope to get the next one up as soon as possible.
Don’t do what everyone else is doing if you want something different. In order to survive we have to continually upgrade our thinking. Change the way we think, ‘unset’ or ‘reset’ our minds and remove the barriers we have put around it. #SurvivingPrison
Forget past mistakes. Forget failures. Forget everything except what you’re going to do now and do it. “You just keep pushing. You just keep pushing. I made every mistake that could be made. But I just kept pushing.” – Rene McPherson
“TOO many Americans go to too many prisons for far too long, and for no truly good law-enforcement reason.” – #EricHolder (Former US Attorney General)