… are you stranded…
… looking for the way…
… out of the prison cell…
… out of the mountain of torture…
… I was once a prisoner…
… maybe, I’m still one
… perhaps, not as heroic as Mandela…
… maybe, not as infamous as Anini…
… but from the cell…
… I garnered bits and pieces…
… of information to better my life…
… knowledge, no other place was to better offer me…
… in the cell…
… the prison guard stripped me…
… leaving me naked…
… as he sprayed tear gas in my windowless cell…
… branded as a felon…
… I suffered brutalities…
… and more than the cell’s indignities…
… I suffered desertion from my loved ones…
… indeed…
… in the cell…
… I was in the lone…
… and needed someone as a backbone…
… only few…
… few persons remembered the great years of yore…
… those were my soulful friends…
… who knew the virtue that took me to jail…
… day by day…
… as I pass through one ordeal or the other…
… I needed no philosopher to tell me that…
… that there’s a spiritual reality in the universe…
… I needed no one to tell me…
… I saw the lines of truth…
… buried deep in layers of history…
… that spirits dwell in bodies…
… it was from the cell…
… that I grew tall in understanding…
… the art of living…
… and from the most-dreaded, I became the most esteemed…
