‘Twofolds’ By Fortunate Ighodalo

I looked round the prison yard as I walked in. Its been months I last visited . Everywhere was rowdy, smelling and dirty. The walls were filled with cobwebs and patches of food items. The blue coloured building has successfully turned dark brown due to lack of maintenance. It seems like the cleaners has successfully abandoned it to its fate. Its been 6 months now and it’s like everything has taken a new look.
Who could ever believe the prison would be my very companion. A place of constant visit.
Micheal has indeed turned my life into a mere illusion. He was a star, a gift to the society. He caught the admiration of all especially the female folks. I was indeed lucky. Though jealousy creep in, I was not moved. I had his heart and he equally had mine.
But what happened that Monday morning still remains a misery to yet to unfold.

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