Chronicles of Aliceville

By Azzie Caldwell, Pennie Frazier, Keeshi Sims and Kerasjia Williamson

In these four comical, charismatic, and heartfelt short stories. You will take an emotional journey with four inmates who have experienced firsthand life in an inadequate "Prison Rehabilitation Program". There are multiple reasons why people commit crimes but the #1 reason is "MONEY"! And the feds love it! That's how they stay in business, but they don't keep their noses clean either.

 

Pennie, Kerasjia, LaKeesho and Azzie will navigate you through their criminal lifestyle and their experience in the FBOP (Federal Bureau of Prisons). Discover how they collectively come together to enlighten the world on how it really goes down on the inside of some prison systems. Even though they are incarcerated, the one thing that they all can attest to is, despite the emotional, physical, and mental affects prison and society have on you….. you still have to make provisions to "Take Money and Make More Money"!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Azzie Caldwell
• Release date: Apr 13, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201061210

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The

Chronicles

of

Aliceville

by

Azzie Caldwell

Keeshi Sims

Kerasjia Williamson

Pennie Frazier

The Chronicles of Aliceville

by

Azzie Caldwell, Keeshi Sims,

Kerasjia Williamson & Pennie Frazier

––––––––

Copyright © 2020 Azzie Caldwell

All Rights Reserved.

No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means—electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise—without the written permission of the author or publisher. The only exception is brief quotations in printed reviews.

Cover design: Darrius Caldwell

Editor: Gloria Palmer Walker

Proofread & Typeset: Gloria Palmer Walker

Published by:

Emperial Publishing

P.O. Box 21402

Detroit, MI 48221

[phone]

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Website: www.emperialpub.com

First printing:  April 2021

Foreword

In this book, we have set out to inform readers of:

 how easy it is to get into trouble and how hard it is to get out of trouble;

 the ineffectiveness of the prison system;

 the importance of giving the Second Chance Act, especially to non-violent offenders;

 the harsh sentences imposed on non-violent offenders, just for them to be placed in a nonproductive environment, but the government calls it REHABILITATION?

Prison is more of a punishment to the loved ones than the actual prisoner. The children of the incarcerated parent(s) are left to be a big burden on their loved ones, financially and emotionally.

You will discover the meat-and-potatoes of the federal prisons. President Obama exercised power in granting clemency and sentence reductions, and also impelled Congress to pass the Safety Valve Act of 2015. Prisons are a business. The profits from these businesses are being used to open more and more prisons. Seems like they are taking money to make money too.

Table of Contents

Foreword  ..................................

Chronicle I by Azzie Caldwell  .................

Chapter One  ..............................

Chapter Two  ..............................

Chapter Three  ............................

Chapter Four  .............................

Chapter Five  .............................

Chapter Six  ..............................

Chapter Seven  ............................

One Month Later  ........................

Chapter Eight  .............................

Chapter Nine  .............................

Chapter Ten  ..............................

The Federal Catwalk  .....................

Chapter Eleven  ............................

Chapter Twelve  ...........................

Prepare for Lockdown  ....................

Chapter Thirteen  ..........................

Chapter Fourteen  ..........................

Chapter Fifteen  ...........................

Ready Or Not, To The ’Ville I Come  ..........

Chapter Sixteen  ...........................

Chapter Seventeen  .........................

Chapter Eighteen  ..........................

Camp Status SCP (Satellite Prison Camp)  .....

Education Where?  .......................

Chapter Nineteen  ..........................

Retaliation  .............................

One week later  ...........................

Chapter Twenty  ...........................

Get Loose Women  .......................

Pressure-Burst Pipes  .....................

Chapter Twenty-One  ........................

God’s Plan  .............................

Chronicle II by Keeshi Sims  ..................

Chapter Twenty-Two  .......................

Chapter Twenty-Three  ......................

Chapter Twenty-Four  .......................

Chapter Twenty-Five  .......................

Chapter Twenty-Six  ........................

Chapter Twenty-Seven  ......................

Chapter Twenty-Eight  .......................

Chapter Twenty-Nine  .......................

Chapter Thirty  ............................

Chapter Thirty-One  ........................

Chapter Thirty-Two  ........................

Chapter Thirty-Three  .......................

Chapter Thirty-Four  ........................

Chapter Thirty-Five  ........................

Chapter Thirty-Six  .........................

Chapter Thirty-Seven  .......................

Chapter Thirty-Eight  .......................

Chapter Thirty-Nine  ........................

Chronicle III by Kerasjia Williamson  ...........

Chapter Forty  .............................

Chapter Forty-One  .........................

Chapter Forty-Two  .........................

Chapter Forty-Three  ........................

Chapter Forty-Four  ........................

Chapter Forty-Five  .........................

Chapter Forty-Six  ..........................

Chapter Forty-Seven  .......................

Chapter Forty-Eight  ........................

Chapter Forty-Nine  ........................

Chapter Fifty  .............................

Chapter Fifty-One  ..........................

Chapter Fifty-Two  .........................

Chapter Fifty-Three  ........................

Chronicle IV by Pennie Frazier  ................

Chapter Fifty-Four  .........................

Chapter Fifty-Five  .........................

Chapter Fifty-Six  ..........................

Chapter Fifty-Seven  ........................

Chapter Fifty-Eight  .........................

Chapter Fifty-Nine  .........................

Chapter Sixty  .............................

Chapter Sixty-One  .........................

Chapter Sixty-Two  .........................

Arrival At Federal Prison  ..................

Cafeteria  ..............................

Educational Experience  ...................

Medical Care Experiences  .................

Chapter Sixty-Three  ........................

A Few Of The People I Have Encountered

On My Journey  ..........................

Chapter Sixty-Four  .........................

The Strangest Person I Met On My Journey  ....

Chapter Sixty-Five  .........................

The Most Important People I Met On My Journey 

Chapter Sixty-Six  ..........................

Regions  ...............................

Chapter Sixty-Seven  ........................

Visitation  ..............................

Chapter Sixty-Eight  ........................

Commissary  ............................

Messy Staff And Rumors  ..................

Gay For The Stay (GFS)  ...................

Chapter Sixty-Nine  .........................

Residential Drug Abuse Program (RDAP)  ......

About the Authors  ..........................

The

Chronicles

of

Aliceville

Chronicle I

by

Azzie Caldwell

––––––––

Chapter One

‘Shit! I can’t go on a trip to Jamaica right now!’

Azzie, are you going to answer the question? AP (my best friend) asked me.

I was on the phone with her, trying to decide whether I could put my hustle down for a much-needed vacation. I had too much money in the streets and I don’t trust anyone to handle my business, especially my money, but AP would not take no for an answer.

Please, Azzie? Go with me?

AP, how much is it?

Well, there’re about six of us going, and you know the more people go, the cheaper it is, right?

Yeah, but you still have not given me an answer.

Hold on; let me call Dee-Dee (AP’s ex-sister-in-law) and ask her the exact amount. Hold on and don’t hang up.

I’m not. Just click over!

I could not believe AP wanted me to leave for four days! She knew how I liked to stay on top of my business. Maybe she was right; I did need a break. AP clicked the line back over.

Hello? Hello, Azzie?! Man, I know she didn’t hang up on me!

Amused by her whining, I began to laugh at her comment.

She replied, I don’t see anything funny! Anyway, Dee-Dee said it costs $900.

That’s it?!

Yes, ma’am.

Dee-Dee must have planned this trip way in advance.

She did. It’s a graduation present for Brittany (Dee-Dee’s daughter).

So, are we going with a bunch of kids?

Nah. You know I wouldn’t be going. It’s me, you, Brittany, Dee-Dee, Sharleen (AP’s sister), and some woman from Dee-Dee’s job. I’m glad you’re going because all of them are old as hell and boring, except Brittany. I really don’t know how old Dee-Dee’s coworker is, I just don’t want to be bored by myself. You know they don’t like to turn up like we do.

Okay, okay, AP, I’ll go, but I gotta hang up. I’m trying to take care of something right now.

AP started laughing. We’re going to Jamaica! Oh yeah! Oh yeah!

Bye, crazy.

All right. I’ll talk to you later.

All right.

Over the next few weeks, I made provisions to take my first trip to Jamaica. I deserved it!

❖

AP, Sharleen, and I drove to Knoxville, Tennessee, from Detroit, Michigan, to attend Brittany’s graduation ceremony before our departure from Nashville to Jamaica. Sunday morning at 6 a.m., we were ready to travel to the airport.

AP said, Pop the trunk so I can put my bag in.

I opened the trunk and proceeded to throw the trash away from the travel from Detroit.

Damn, Azzie! Do you need to take all this stuff with you? We’re only going to be gone for four days, AP inquired.

AP was right. I had enough apparel for the whole month of May. Very amused by her comment, I replied, I wasn’t sure what to expect, so I made sure I’m ready for any occasion.

That you did, my friend.

I don’t know why you’re complaining, AP, because I know you forgot something. I packed enough for me and you.

You sho know what to say. I really did not have to bring anything.

We laughed together and changed the subject.

AP, is Dee-Dee’s coworker still coming?

Yeah; her name Melissa.

Well, I hope Melissa is cool.

I hope so too.

Well, if she ain’t, no worries, mon. We still gon have fun!

Only you, Azzie. You come up with the most random stuff to say!

I decided to downsize my luggage and leave it in the car at the airport. It was now 6:30 a.m., and AP and I said our goodbyes to her aunt. We were grateful to her aunt for allowing us to stay at her place while the graduation activities were taking place. Sharleen had stayed with Dee-Dee. There were too many people at her house, so AP and I opted to stay with her aunt. That good ol’ Southern hospitality!

AP! Let’s roll! We’ve got to get to the airport. You don’t have any weed on you, do you?

Nah. I’ve already had my breakfast blunt. I hope I last on this five-hour flight, so I can smoke again!

You’ll be all right. We will have some drinks on the plane on me.

We met up in the Delta terminal with Dee-Dee, Sharleen, Brittany, and Melissa. Dee-Dee began to formally introduce us as we greeted each other.

AP and Azzie, this is Melissa. Melissa, this is Azzie and AP.

Melissa replied, Nice to meet you, AP and Azzie.

AP and I replied, Same here.

Melissa, AP, and I, in our early thirties, were the same age, but Melissa appeared to be boring, like wheat toast. Dee-Dee and Sharleen, in their early forties, were two peas in a pod. They’d always been close throughout the years. And then there was Brittany—fresh out of high school. AP and I were the only ones ready to roam the streets of Jamaica!

We’d planned not to stay at the resort our whole stay. While we kissed the friendly skies, I imagined how the women and I would look as a unit. I could only picture AP and me because I knew what our wardrobes consisted of, so I looked at the beautiful soft clouds and imagined us looking fabulous in Jamaica: sun dresses that revealed much cleavage, and colorful cut-up shirts and leggings for the perfect occasion. Beach parties! And, our shoes and accessories that set our attire off right! Our aggressive, ravishing attitude always grasped people’s attention. We were both of caramel complexion, thick and plump, pretty titties, and a big smile. My Senegalese (African braids) twists grazed my ass with every movement of my body; dimples, honey eyes, and eyelashes flirting with the wind. My mani and pedi complimented my pretty hands and feet. The tattooed flower vine wrapped around my leg from the top of my foot to my thigh contributed more sex appeal.

AP’s low-cut hair, her three-hundred-sixty-degree waves shined with the sun, resembling the waves of the ocean. Ray Charles could see we were the life of the party.

Chapter Two

The plane landed in Jamaica at approximately 11:30 a.m. While taxiing up to the terminal, I was curious to know what type of fun Melissa was looking for. I already knew AP and I were about to turn up because we stayed turned up in the D (Detroit)! We had plans to get the shit fucked out of us and to party like rock stars! AP was pissed though because Mother Nature had met her on the plane. Better her than me because my pussy was throbbing. My African play-toy had not given me any loving before I left. He was too worried about me going to Jamaica without him. He didn’t want me to go because he knew just how much of a freak I was. He’d made a big mistake, not tapping that thang up. Ha! I was hot and ready, like a Little Caesars Pizza.

Melissa, what’re your plans? I asked Melissa as we waited to clear Customs.

She replied, Oh, I’m going to smoke some good weed, relax, and do some activities in the resort. What about you?

I replied with much mischievousness and excitement on my face, I’m getting ready to hit the streets!

She looked as if she wanted to turn around and get back on the plane. That’s dangerous, Azzie! They warned us of going off the resort property.

I waved my hand in the air like I didn’t have a care in the world and replied, Oh, girl, I’ll be all right. You only live once.

Melissa gave me a not-sure-about-that smile. I immediately caught her expression and frowned my face because she was already pissing me off.

Girl, I’m good! Melissa, I didn’t come this far for nothing.

AP looked at me with humor in her eyes and her hand on her hip. Displaying her sassiness. AP intervened. Azzie, everybody doesn’t like living on the edge like you.

AP’s comment lightened up the situation because she knew I was not feeling little Ms. Melissa’s scary ass. We all laughed, but in the back of my mind, I wished Dee-Dee had chosen someone who would flow better with the group. I did not want to leave her out, because she was our age, but she was not what I had come to Jamaica for.

After we cleared Customs, we headed toward our assigned bus to go to the All-Star Resort in Trelawny. The man was hissing and whistling and trying to get our attention to make a weed sale. I looked at AP. She already knew what was on my mind. We hadn’t even made it out of the airport and the man was already sweating us.

The view of the beautiful palm trees, colorful flowers, and the ocean relaxed every part of my body. The men’s accents turned me on with every spoken word. It was amazing to see all the hustle and bustle of the Jamaicans. On the road, women, men, and children were selling something—souvenirs, food, libations, and anything you could imagine a tourist was in need of. The smell of BBQ jerk chicken and the tropical climate were like music to my soul. I felt at home, like this was where I had actually derived from. I loved being in a bra and panties with a sarong and sandals. The commute from Montego Bay to Trelawny was forty-five minutes. The driver was very polite and informative as he acquainted the tourists with Jamaica’s gorgeous attractions.

The brakes on the bus squealed and the bus driver veered into a slow left turn into the hotel resort. He began to make his announcement: Women and gentlemen, we have reached All-Star Resort.

I could no longer hear anything else he was saying and apparently AP couldn’t either. It was written all over our faces: This was not what we were expecting. The hotel was very low budget. I’d known it was too good to be true. WTF! But it was too late. I couldn’t do anything but make the best of it. Next time I’d know to question Dee-Dee’s judgment on any other trip she decided to plan.

Entering the hotel, we were greeted by several staff members—men and women with fruit punch drinks, delightful smiles, and a very polite demeanor. They quickly took our luggage and directed us to the clerk at the front desk. All the staff wore very colorful tropical print shirts and khaki bottoms. Most carried themselves in a very professional manner, but you could sense the ones who were fakin’ it to make it. As Dee-Dee approached the counter, the young woman greeted her with a smile.

My name is Serina. If you have any questions or concerns, feel free to call the front desk or see me personally. Welcome to Jamaica. On behalf of the All-Star Resort, I would like to thank you for staying with us. Enjoy yourselves. Jeffrey will show you to your rooms.

We thanked Serena for her superb service and proceeded to follow Jeffrey to the elevators.

Right this way, ladies.

His sparkling white teeth, strong physique, and dreadlocks began to wet my panties just imagining sitting on his face. The silence was broken by little Brittany.

Ma, I want to go to the beach first.

Dee-Dee smiled and gave her that oh-so-proud motherly look. Whatever you want to do. This is for you.

Brittany must have been reading my mind. I was anxious to explore Jamaica—all the dark meat and I wasn’t talking poultry. The elevator doors opened on the third floor. You could see all the activities taking place in the resort as we were approaching our room. Swimming pools with bar stools to have a drink while you enjoyed yourself in the pool. Various restaurants, souvenir booths, dancing areas, more private rooms on the lower level. Golf and a sandy beach, with the waves of aqua blue, rolling powerfully yet gingerly toward the sand. The tourists as well as residents and staff were having fun in the sun.

Once again, thank you, ladies, and enjoy your stay. Jeffrey gave us the cutest and sexiest smile that lasted long enough for us to recognize he was expecting tips.

I quickly reached in my purse and gave him a $10 bill. After all, he had stirred my kitty cat. Purr...

Thank you, ladies. He gave me a quick wink as he proceeded to head toward the elevators.

My focus was totally on the lame-ass room now. AP, Sharleen, and I occupied one room. Dee-Dee, Melissa, and Brittany were in another room right next door. At least they had folded the towels like birds. Ha! Who cared about the room? Let’s unpack and get sexy for the beach!

Sis, we’ve got to find us something to smoke with the quickness! Sharleen was serious as a heart attack.

AP wasn’t playing any games either. They were moving like greased lightning.

AP replied, I know; we’ve got to network fast. But the way they were soliciting at the airport, it shouldn’t be a problem.

I overheard their conversation. Y’all got it bad. Let me hurry up before y’all start snappin’ out.

We laughed in unison.

There was a knock at the door. AP looked through the peephole and opened the door. The other women were ready to hit the beach. Everyone did their finishing touches on their appearance, while constructively criticizing each other so we would look good as a unit. Everyone looked up to par.

Of course, I had to do it big, no matter what. Black-and-white zebra-print swimsuit, cleavage cut low enough to make every man I came in contact with drop his mouth open on sight for me to stick my titty in. Floppy black hat with a silk scarf wrapped around the circumference of my head. The remainder of the scarf, that hung beyond the brim of my hat, flirted with my Senegalese twists. Black bedazzled flip flops blinged out to match the diamonds in my ears and on my hands and neck. To finish my beachwear was a sheer swimsuit cover, but my spectacular cleavage was still very revealing.

My shades complimented my whole entire, all-black wide-frame Dolce Gabbana’s with D&G in silver on the hinges of the arms. I was going for a knockout in the first round! Mission was accomplished, observing the stares and gawking from the men and women. Movie star status! We all meshed well together as a unit. I was just being me, Azzmarellda.

Chapter Three

The elevator opened on the main floor. We let our eyes do the roaming, remaining by the elevators for a moment to decide on a drink or a bite to eat before hitting the beach. The main kitchen with the buffet was closed until dinner, so we decided to go to the kitchen with the quick finger foods (hamburgers, fries, chicken wings). It was centrally located in the midst of the festivities so the guests could become acquainted with all the festivities. Melissa, Brittany, and I decided to eat something first. Sharleen, AP, and Dee-Dee could not eat until they smoked some good-good.

Ya gurls look like ya in need of something to smoke. When ya get done eating here, come see me on the beach. They call me Loopy and I got the best, one of the natives said in this very heavy Jamaican accent.

We all looked at him very suspect-like. Loopy could sense our hesitation to take him up on his offer.

No worries, mon. We take care of you in Jamaica. You're the reason we eat every day.

We all relaxed and smiled. Sharleen aggressively looked at him.

Loopy, we’ll see you in about fifteen minutes, she replied.

On the beach, people were coming from everywhere, trying to persuade you to buy something—souvenirs, weed, hair braiding. You name it, they had it for sale. Loopy appeared with an ounce of the good-good and offered to smoke a joint with them to test and to gain their trust. AP, Sharleen, and Melissa followed him to the souvenir shops on the beach to make the transaction. Dee-Dee remained with Brittany so she could begin to enjoy her vacation.

I remained neutral to watch the activity on the beach. I guess no matter where I decide to travel in life, that city-girl mentality will never leave me. I have to observe my surroundings, coming from where I’m from. I stayed close to Dee-Dee and Brittany, walking and conversing, looking for the best place to recline and enjoy the view, and keep watch on the rest of our unit. Before I could take a seat, this handsome sex instrument caught my attention with a couple of souvenirs in his hand.

I completely blocked out the souvenirs as I studied my new toy. Hello, Godiva. Mmmmm... my favorite chocolate! Slim goody, with all the muscles cut in the right place. Six pack like a washboard. His royal blue swim trunks came right below his hip bone and his skin was creamy. Mmmmm... Orbit commercial teeth, very neat braids, crazy parted to the back, facial hair very well-groomed. Damn! I was drinking in his gangsta swag and I could not stop drinking. Wheeeeew! He was packing right in them swim shorts. I knew he could bang my walls until all the pictures fell.

I’ve got some hand-carved wooden pipes, all different styles, pretty girl.

Finally, I snapped out of it, quickly examined the four pipes, and purchased them all. He was wearing shades, but I wanted to see his eyes to connect our souls.

Take your shades off please, I asked.

And why, beautiful? he replied.

I want to see your eyes.

And what do I get?

What you want?

You to come in the water with me.

‘I’ll come in the water all right. Again and again,’ I thought.

Okay, but I don’t know how to swim.

No worries, girl. The genius will keep you safe.

He removed his glasses and nothing else mattered at that moment—not my unit I was rolling with, not Alex (my African toy at home), or the fact that he was a total stranger. After all, chances make champions. As we walked through the water and the depth became deeper, so did our connection in the spirit.

What’s your name, queen? he asked.

Azzie.

That’s different, but pretty.

Thank you.

And yours?

Hanif. It means true and upright.

So you’re loyal and honest?

Yeah, you could say that. Everyone calls me Genius around here.

Why?

Because I know stuff before it happens.

Did you know you were going to meet me today?

We both laughed.

I felt something great was going to happen today, and you are more than great, pretty girl.

We continued to converse and feel each other up in the water. He was a gentleman though; when I went for his manhood first, he followed suit.

❖

I never would have imagined that I, Azzmarellda, was going to get caught up on some Fed situation involving the Caribbean. I was already working seven days a week, city to city and state to state, hustlin’ until my body was numb in the States. My African connects didn’t let me rest, except when they went to Africa for a month. I needed some relaxation in my life. I was a full-time mom, a full-time hustla, took care of my whole family, and I played hard for my perks.

I never slept in my bed at the resort. The women and I did our activities as planned, but at night, I was all around Jamaica with Hanif. We’d fuck at his place and in different hotels, whatever I felt like doing. I didn’t return to the hotel until morning to join the women. I have always tried to make any situation I was in make dollars and cents. I am a thrill seeker on every level. One night, Hanif and I were relaxing after sex, so I popped a question, just out of curiosity.

Hanif, what’re the coca (cocaine) prices like?

He looked at me with fire and rage in his eyes, like he wanted to crucify me.

Azzie, I don’t want you touching that stuff. Understand?

Yes, baby; I was just curious. Don’t be mad, okay?

No, I’m not mad, pretty girl. I must keep you safe.

I’ve always had a way of manipulating to get what I want. He eventually gave in, but he specified that he did not want me touching it! Once I got the info, I marinated on it. I was not hurting for anything, but a real hustla keeps an ace in the hole.

Chapter Four

After four days of ridiculous fun, the women and I returned to the United States and went our separate ways. I craved Hanif so strongly and not just for sex. I wanted his presence. He was the one who’d made me quiver. I put my other boy-toys on the shelf. There was too much to do, plus my daily business and my daughter Auzanae. I definitely knew she needed my time. You can’t just throw money at all situations.

I couldn’t fight my urge to return to Jamaica, so I made sure all of my affairs were handled and I returned for seven days in the month of June. Hanif and I did our usual while I was there, but this time he cooked for me. I really did not want to return home. Ha! What some good loving and good food will do for a woman on the move. My, my, my...

When I returned home, I immediately made my flight reservations back for seven days in July. I had seen another way to capitalize in Jamaica. Before I returned, I gathered some shoes and clothes at wholesale prices, and I doubled my money in Jamaica. Always hustlin’! It takes money to make money. During my travels back and forth and over the phone with Hanif, I would mention a little here, a little there about the coca. He knew I was fishing and he was very skeptical about me getting involved. We had grown to love and care for each other at a very rapid pace.

In July, while I was in Jamaica relaxing and selling apparel, we talked about my