Convict Tells A Tale

By Lucky Mahoko

It all started with a group of friends, then life took a turn for the worst, and one( Rooney Jacobs) had to start from scratch and build his entire life once again, learned an important lesson and now his doing everything to empower himself 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lucky Mahoko
• Release date: Jan 15, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201518882

Lucky Mahoko

An inspiring author of convict tells a tale, Generally most felt told stories you will ever read. Loves to run and listen to music

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ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

I would like to express my deepest gratitude to Nikky Jacobs and Khenene Thato for believing in me and showing me a massive amount of support that I didn’t possess on my own. Special thanks to Neymar and Kgosi for pushing me through my limits and constantly reminding me that I must write.

PROLOGUE

It was my fifth year in hole, looking at the world through a crack, it felt like eternity. I heard it gets better with time, but with me it was getting worse by the day. It seemed like most of the inmates had made their  bed and were now lying on it, as they believed that their lives had more meaning on the inside rather than out there, without sufficient need by the world.

I saw many men living their best lives inside while I was sulking about getting out, most of them were serving life so I figured maybe they try to create their own happiness inside as it’s the only place they have, the little hope of my release was the only reason that kept me going day by day in that hell hole.

I was sitting on my bunker staring at the bugler thinking about my life outside, stumbling in front of my eyes on the other side of the bugler was brown and shiny parabellum shoes, khaki uniform, there he was, Mr Jefferson known as ‘’fader’’ inside

‘’this is jail, not library, people don’t sit quietly and think, we look for things that will take our minds off things, we make noise, we fight, we sing, we kill each other’’ he muttered to me with beam on his face, you could tell he enjoyed seeing people drowning in the agony of being in prison

I nodded ‘’I will be gone soon, maybe I’ll miss that smirk on your face, jackass’’ I replied, he grinned and walked away.

‘’let this moron be, you don’t want to make an enemy like that in prison’’ Makorof, my cell mate intervened Makarof was the only person who was still patient with me, I was very impatient as well especially for the fact that I felt like the world owed me something or that I was wronged.

CHAPTER ONE

It all started with my long anticipated meeting at the parole office, the walk was long as it put my mind on over drive, thinking about pros and cons of answers I might give, how to convince a group of people that don’t know me that I’m a changed man, not the same guy that walked here five years ago, I’m grown now, I can make educated and informed decisions, I told myself, then took a deep breath before entering the room. After two steps in the room, my whole body got cold and shuttered my mind went blank, as I was approaching the chair next to the table, one of the parole members said, ‘’Rooney Jacobs, right?’’ I said yes ma’am, then proceeded to sit down.

While they shower me with frightening and intimidating questions, I remembered what  Makofor had said to me "take your time to answer and entertain the crowd’’ I took a deep breath again, then stared at the whole parole board, then I stood up, they all stopped talking and looked at me with mixed emotions, might be confusion or surprise.

I said "please listen to me, I’m not the same person that walked in here five years ago, I learned a lot about myself and I’m grown now, I want to do something with my life, had plenty of time to know what I want, I’m thinking about my future as a citizen, I want to leave a legacy in this world, yes things will be hard for me should you grant me the parole but I will work hard to become a model citizen, if you would just give me a chance to prove myself you will not regret this’’.

Then one of the parole members replied, ‘’so you’re Bill Gates now, you want to change the world for the better’’ they looked at each other and burst into laughter. I was shuttered that my one chance felt like it was going down the drain. This felt like being stuck between life and death, I became so volatile that a teared up a bit.

then I started to walk to the door, after reaching the knob, I stopped and looked back and they were still laughing and mimicking me, my soul shattered instantly, I opened it and continued to walk to my cell, with tears lingering in my face, the walk felt Earth shuttering, as I was reminiscing about how freedom would feel like and what I could do with it, few steps before reaching my cell, I stopped and pulled myself together before the guard opened my cell, I got in and my cell mate were all over my face with excitement and curiosity, ‘’how did it go?, did you do what I told you? C’mon man tell me’’

he said, I just looked at him and went straight to my bunker. He was confused and I didn’t care. He woke me up after two hours ‘’you got to eat bro, let’s go’’ he said. I woke up and followed him to the cafeteria, on our way to the cafeteria, he told me,     "Don’t show any emotions regarding what happened during your hearing’’ I nodded ‘’I’m not a rookie, I’ve got this’’

We stepped in the line to get food, I felt like everybody was staring at me, I screamed ‘’what!!’’ No response, my cell mate looked at me, shook his head side to side, I just went to sit down, and  an old guy approached me with a message, he said, ‘’it is not about them, everybody in here don’t care about you or your feelings, just focus on your goals and you will be out of here in no time’’ then he just walked off like nothing happened, he indeed left me with something to think about, finally someone sees me, told myself. He left me more determined, I ate then went straight to my cell, when I got there, I sat down on my bunker and then started to think about my freedom for the rest of that day.

I constantly did this for two days straight. My cell mate kept on saying that before the end of the week I will be out of there, it was Saturday already. Three days passed since I was in the presence of the  parole board, but nothing happened, and I was still focused on my freedom. On Tuesday, a guard opened our door, then called my name. I looked at Makofor with confusion and an extensive amount of hope on my face. He asked ‘’what did you do?’’ and I just shrugged my shoulders with an anxious and worried look.

I followed the