Samantha



I looked at the clock hanging on the wall, it was 10:03 and I was about to have prayer with a prisoner, I shouldn’t be this scared I mean I was used to praying for prisoners but for some reason I couldn’t even control my heart to slow down or my sweaty palms to stop sweating.

Unlike my other many visits at the prison there were no other visitors here, it was just only me in here except for the guards standing at the far corners.

I let out a shaky breath rubbing my hands on my floral dress, the thick gates opened and I gulped down the lump that had formed on my throat.

And I saw him being led out, he was accompanied by 2 heavily armed guards.

I tried not to look around, that was a first sign of being nervous and I didn’t want to appear nervous especially not to a level max prisoner.

He did not look like how I had imagined him, he looked young and full of tattoos. His silky hair fell directly on his left eye making him look like a hard core criminal.

Seeing him face to face it was like he was not the one who had done such a heinous crime.

Instead of the guards uncuffing him they let him sit down cuffed from the neck to his arms and legs.

Now facing him I wanted nothing but to run away from here but instead I stayed rooted on my steel chair.

“Good day in the name of Jesus.” I said my voice not sounding as shaky as I felt on the inside.

Instead of answering Bavumile looked at me, as if he was bored out of his mind but his eyes never left mine.

I opened the the scripture that talked about forgiveness and looked up only to find him still looking at me.

“What do you think about forgiveness?” I asked placing the Bible back on the table.

Bavumile shrugged his shoulders making the thick chains rattle with tge movement.

“Do you believe in forgiveness?”

Bavumile looked at me, his lips pierced together. “Do you believe in forgiveness?” He asked after a while making me almost jump from my seat.

His voice was a little hoarse, he casted his eyes down for a second or two and lifted them back up again. I squirmed a little as he locked his eyes with mine.

I also found it hard to look away from him I was not sure if it was because of his eyes that looked different, one was brown and the other was dark blue or maybe it was how he looked at me like he knew all of my secrets.

Whatever it was, it wanted me to keep looking at him and never take my eyes off of him.