I
work inside the prison for $5 a day. I use
the earnings just to pay for news not delivered in paper but orally. A warden
would tell me what she remembers after listening to the late night news. I have just no way of verifying if what she
says what actually in the news, Nevertheless, I do pay for it, to feed a habit I
had formed when I was free and affluent.
Yes I was affluent! I once owned a big
property in a choice location in Florida. I lived there with my dentist husband
and 3 children. All that are now memory and all I now know is this tiny cell,
its rusted gates, the lean bed I lie on and the ceiling which I have mentally
converted into a large TV screen; watching pictures of my past live streaming
from my memory
I am
Lola and I am abandoned in Florida, but I am still alive. Now I have a chance to
tell my story, I do it with joy. It’s a story for every woman and men
alike. A sad story you will surely say
at the end of it. I have come to realize that what we are or become in life is
not always our making.
Many are unaware but there is a spiritual court beyond
this realm where events on earth are argued. We all have an advocate there, some
are good and some are bad. Some we hired by ourselves from the dark places of
this world. Others we hired from the light. All my life before now, my case has
been argued by a very dark advocate, whom I did not hire (at least not consciously)
but who, nevertheless, chose to argue my case.
I am
about to tell you a story and I will like to start from the end, instead of the
beginning. I am in prison for a crime I committed. It was murder and the victim
was my child. I wasn't insane (as my
lawyers asked me to plead) neither was I under the influence of any controlled
substance.
I was full aware and my child was innocent too, I am not justifying
my actions but hear my story. It was September 06 2011 in Kentucky.
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