Medicinal in nature

Incarceration is a pain, a fear that by itself forces reminiscence and reflections on us. We tend to learn more deeply when thrown into both moods by circumstances beyond our control. As for me?-

I am nobody from birth to date, yet I am somebody in every phase of my development as a human to date. All thanks to a few sources that light comes from.

Before my nursery school level, I was known as that strong stubborn headed kid that doesn't hesitate to throw punches where needed and where not. That is the reputation I had as a kid. Then, in primary to secondary to college level, it's so bad in classroom work for me but so good in outdoor sporting activities. Football and sprint that I was a well known fellow not only in my school but in the town among my peers. Never silent, never in my entire life.

As i write this, i am still nobody yet, the street  i live in and all round, i am a well known man. To some, as that infamous and to others as that famous guy living over there. It all depends on the divide you are on. But the truth is that by nature, without contributing a farting as marketing myself or anything of such nature, i am known. It's a natural thing. Nature plays their own games and I am the turf, the chessboard they do their stuff. 

Like the saying in the Bible goes, prophets are not recognized in his own town. In my case, I think it is my own family and town impressing it on me that I don't exist. But nevertheless, I am known and that's a fact and more reason they are even reminding me too often that I don't exeven 

I don't just know the game, some forces decided in the kingdom I know not to use me as an object to manifest their prowess or a vessel to fulfill their plans. It's not a thing when in retrospect you will think it's human doing if you know the root. It started from age of two or something to date. There is always something unplanned, something I never contributed a fart to that always crops up to make me not a silent member of such a community but a well known member.

Being incarcerated for any number of years is what many don't want in their profile. Prison is still viewed as a dark abyss that dents the image of not only the person that served there but his family as a whole, his lineage even for decades. But I think my spending almost a decade and half inside there changed somehow the image of the system, the ex-inmates to those that knew me and had been following my events since my return. 

I can't stop smirking when I am narrating my experience and transformation inside there and how many are taken by it that they must have believed it's a bread and butter holiday inn I finished from. Holiday reserves to some from what i am seeing here. They think it's a five star hotel I returned from and how I wear my stint there as a badge of honor instead of hiding my passage through it in shame. 

I have on many occasions vividly seen a whiff of jealousy in some as I narrate my stay inside communist dungeon. Even though it's a slavery camp to me and others inside there for those years we spent there, keeping a diary and putting pen to paper can be something else to be honest to you. At times, medicinal in nature.

I can't stop smirking to be honest to you. I can't stop reminding those acting naughty towards me for who I became inside there that they still have a chance to test the pie. The places I served are still existing and accepting inmates. They can always apply and am sure that organized society like China I returned from will pick them with all pleasure out of the streets and deposit them inside detention houses overflowing in that country and from there to foreign prisons and foreign districts for their own transformation to take place. 

You can't believe that for four years plus now, they have been asking if it's me or not and that question is not based on any physical change but intangible traits, writing routine, keeping diary routine i picked up from one of the south American inmates i spent time with in there. It's hilarious the amount of money governments has spent trying to know if i am the same fellow that left the shores of this nation fifteen years earlier when i came back here in the year of Covid-19 and to date, they are still digging and all are thanks to the diary routines i picked up from my fellow inmates from more organized societies and families. 

To think that i was with this Mexican guy since 2010 but not in the same room but only came to start seeing what he does every morning and evening each day when he was shifted into my room, the room-3 in Yancheng prison that served as the room i spent more than eight-five percent of my ten years stay in that prison. 

I suspect that Anthonio had been keeping that diary since 2010 but I started following his example two years later around the tail end of 2012 he was shifted to my room. 

Over there in Yancheng foreign district, there are systems officers use in fixing inmates into rooms. I know that the system changes at times but normally, it's as the officers view you as being important and role model in their estimation that they fix inmates into rooms. Room-1 is seen as containing the most important inmates or valuable inmates to officers not actually in my estimation as the model prison regulation stipulates differs. But then, district officers are Lords of manors in their various districts, so they have their own ideas of how important each of us were.  

Since we have eight rooms inside there, room-3 must have been something on peripheria of good and valuable to someone among them, for one can easily fall into the other side. What I am saying is that even the ten guys in room-1 is more than enough to fill any opening officers created there for smooth running of the block so, I don't exist in their calculation for being in that room three. I just don't.

Yet, this Anthonio had been in room two before being shifted downwards. I never asked him or those Africans and far east asian guys with him in the room if he had been keeping a diary while with them for none of them does that. But my nature wanted that and my nature got that from him. I picked up my pen and the long notes they share inside there for writing monthly reports and at times in excess you won't know what to do with them and start writing everything that happened to me each day. Morning to evening with date and time of the day each happened. 

To my amazement, I will just record each incident and forget them. It goes on like that till one day when I decided at random to pick one and open and read. I could not believe the rate some same inmates appeared in that diary over a year ago that I was forced to start keeping extra eyes and attention on those constant denominator guys. What other mirror, what other Cctv did I need to review to know where to pay more attention to people that continue to appear inside my diary with constant alacrity that speaks louder than words.

Anthonio left around 2014 or '15 but my diary keeping flowing and followed me to Nigeria since 2020 and had been on ever since. I paid my due there and still waxed stronger in making me a known fellow that some poke nosers, eavesdroppers can't do without each morning here. They found it as even something to lookout for each day, something to draw inspiration from for years now. They cackling at times can't fail to betray them. Some will be swearing, some cursing and some laughing as they dissect what I put down each morning according to how it hits them.

Diary keeping happens today to be the source of my being famous and even notorious to some. I stay in the heart and mind of most people around me here. Football that had robbed me of concentration in classroom works during my younger days as students and served my being well known has given way to dairying and somehow handed the torch light over to diaring as means of this nobody remaining relevant in the community I found myself. Talk of source exchanging base. The words always outlive those that put them down as my reputation from it outlived my stay there in prison. I hear stories years after I left.

I was not the owner of myself in prison, so i was not allowed to leave with those recordings. Today, I am the sole administrator of myself and the diarying has been on for four years now. It doesn't only serve as a point of reference and source of attention directed my way, but a likely source of my name appearing in print. I believe it's an effortless wonder any sound soul should embark on. It always sounds crazy initially but inseparable overtime.

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