I don't usually read
a book at this pace. After a week, I'm still at Chapter 8 of the confession,
I'm supposed to have finished reading it by now.
Anyway, I felt sorry
for Donte Drumm, the young black guy who was accused of killing and raping
Nikki Yerber. He was an innocent man, yet
because the odds are against him in Texas, he has to face the death row.
And one does not die that easy even when you are sentenced to death, the authority decided
that he needs to be tortured by being encaged in a steel cabin 23 hour a day
all by himself with no contact whatsoever to the outside world, being fed food
that even dogs would run away from, being on edge whenever a fellow jailmate suddenly disappear(words has it he went to
meet his Creator), being reduced to tear whenever he got letters from his old
mum, Mrs. Robertha.,being sad and lonely in his unit to the extend that he
jumped at the thought of having a penpal. So much suffering, at such a young
age.
Maybe we human
really is a slave of habit. When life is good and everything is handed to us on
a silver platter, we seem to forget the value of gratefulness, we seemed
complacent. We seem to ignore that not everyone is blessed with a good life,
good hearing, good eyesight, good food, great memories, great friends, great
families, great health.
But the day
everything that we take for granted for are taken away from us, till what is
left of us is only ,literally, ourselves; we start losing our hopes and forgets our prayers, we forsake our dreams and throw away our
faiths; and that alone, makes us less human. Because if we want to hitch our
self worth only physical, materials,and worldly wellbeings, without the feeling
of gratefulness, hopefulness and faiths, maybe we ceased to be human way
earlier than we thought.
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