Samantha



I took a deep needed breathe when Bavumile was no longer at my sight. It was interesting how he got under my skin in just a few minutes of talking to him, you must control your emotions that was another rule that my pastor had told me and I have done well before but Bavumile just makes it hard for me to keep my emotions in check. If my pastor was present to see me failing like this he would have shaked his head in disappointment, I packed my things in my bag, trying very hard to forget about Bavumile.

When I got out of the prison gates I wanted nothing but to run straight into my car and take my time to sort through my emotions.

I placed my head on the steering wheel and took a deep breath, some would have called me crazy for going to see a convict who was in maximum cell.

I drove away after a couple of minutes of just sitting there, taking deep breaths and not once did I look back at the prison as it got smaller and smaller the further I drove, even though I was far away from the prison I couldn’t take out Bavumile from my mind. How he looked so unbothered as he was sitting there looking at me, half of the time I thought about just running away but for some reason I stayed behind because we all need Jesus in our life.

I had read his file a week before I went to see him, my pastor probably thought I would back down after seeing what he had done to end up in a maximum prison, but that was not enough to want me to back down.

I have started praying for prisoners 2 years ago and I fell in love with the whole process and seeing the prisoners change their lives as they accepted God in their life.

I needed a challenge, Bavumile came out as a joke when we were chilling with some of our prayer members.

The images of the blood still linger on my mind no matter what I try to do. I park my small Toyota car in my usual parking spot and got out of the car and climbed the steep steps leading to my small apartment.

I kicked off my shoes that have been cramping my poor toes and threw my bag on the couch and sat down.

I closed my eyes and massaged my sore feet, the second I opened my eyes, they landed on the open file on the table.

The pictures of the blood and dead bodies looked so vivid as if I was there. I shut the file, I wanted to know, why he did what he did. He didn’t give much detail to what happened, he just confessed and pleaded guilty right off the bat and that made me want to dig more as to what may have pushed him to the edge.