Forums Coolval Action Stories The Jail Bird

Viewing 8 posts - 1 through 8 (of 858 total)
  • Author
  • #1143112 Reply
    • "Posts"283
    • ☆☆

    The small metal gate at the side of the gigantic main
    prison gates opens, and a tall huge man emerges from
    the prison.
    He stops for a moment and looks around him with hard
    bitter eyes.
    His face is incredibly handsome, and he looks absolutely
    powerful as he stands there surveying his surroundings.
    He is wearing a pair of black jeans, an old pair of
    loafers, and a threadbare checked shirt.
    His name is CHRIS BAWA, and he is thirty years
    He has been in prison for five years, and he has just
    been released.
    His handsome face is grim, and his eyes are bitter-hard
    as he walks forward slowly.
    There are a few prison warders around.
    Since it is not a visiting day, the car park of the Grand
    Castle prison is virtually empty save for about five cars
    belonging to some of the prison officials.
    Chris looks at the long road that descends from the
    Grand Castle Prison towards the roadside.
    It is quite far, and he has a long way to walk since no
    one has come to meet him.
    He hasn’t really expected anyone to be present,
    He breathes the air of freedom very deeply, and then he
    starts to walk away.
    A few of the prison wardens greet him and wish him
    He is about fifty metres away from the main prison
    entrance, walking towards the roadside, when a black
    police jeep suddenly appears, coming from the direction
    of the main road to the prison.
    The jeep veers and covers the width of the road,
    blocking his path, and immediately a tall bald-headed
    man wearing a police Chief Inspector’s insignia and rank
    braids emerges from the jeep.
    He is wearing a police cap, and a black eye-patch
    across his left eye. He is obviously one-eyed.
    The Chief Inspector pulls out his pistol and points it at
    Chris, and he has a nasty look on his face.
    He is Chief Inspector DANSO CUGER.
    (hissing angrily)
    And where the hell do you think you’re going, you little
    piece of shit? Trying to escape, right? Get down on
    the ground right now before I pump my bullets into you!
    Chris stops and looks calmly at the policeman, but his
    eyes are very dark with fury.
    He makes no attempt to obey the man’s command.
    Get down now, Chris Bawa! On your d--n face! This
    is your final warning! I’ll shoot you dead,
    motherfucker! Down on the ground, hands behind your
    back! NOW!!!
    Go ahead. Shoot.
    His calm voice infuriates Cuger beyond measure. He
    draws back the hammer on his revolver, and just then he
    sees two prison officers coming hard towards them from
    the prison.
    One is a beautiful prison warder, 30-year-old BAABA
    The other is the portly bespectacled fifty-five year old
    prison chaplain, Chief Superintendent JON FII.
    Both of them look totally alarmed when they see Cuger
    covering Chris with his gun.
    Put down your gun, Sir!
    Good heavens, Cuger! What do you think you’re doing?
    (sounding a little confused)
    I saw this inmate leaving, Sir. To the best of my
    knowledge, he still has five years to serve. He was
    given ten years imprisonment, Sir! He’s served only
    five! Why did you let him out?
    Really, Chief Inspector! Remember you’re just a
    resident Police Officer, and not part of the top-level
    issues that we handle here. You’ve been off on your
    annual leave, and some few things have changed since
    you’ve been away! Mr. Chris Bawa has been released!
    Cuger Danso’s face darkens with a mixture of
    incomprehension, shock and hatred.
    Released? He’s been released? But… how? I
    mean… why? What happened?
    Holster your gun, Danso! Yes, he’s been released!
    His case has been under review for some time now, and
    whilst you were away, he was part of the prisoners
    pardoned by the President of the country!
    Cuger shoves his gun angrily into its holster and regards
    the chaplain with hard eyes.
    Are you sure, Sir? This man was imprisoned for using
    cocaine and being drunk on alcohol, and for causing a
    terrible road accident! He was also convicted on
    aggravated assault against his uncle, and against a man
    of the law, and that’s me! He made me blind in my
    left eye, Sir, when I was arresting him, in case you’ve
    forgotten. Goodness me, cases involving hard drugs do
    not receive presidential pardons! I suspect foul play
    Don’t be silly, Cuger! Mr. Bawa had cocaine on him,
    yes, but it was proved he was using it personally, not
    selling it, and he certainly wasn’t a cocaine supplier!
    As for making you lose your left eye, that was
    unfortunate, but you can see he served five years, and
    he’s a changed man. He’s been released! If you have
    any problems with that you can go to the Commandant to
    verify and peruse the release documents!
    Cuger regards Chris darkly for a moment, and then he
    walks forward deliberately.
    He takes off his police cap and rips off the eye-patch
    covering his left eye.
    The eye is busted, and so it is shut, and the skin of
    the eyelid looks very black and disfigured.
    He stops in front of Chris and speaks through clenched
    (voice spilling with hatred)
    It’s not over, you d--n piece of menstrual clot!
    You’re not reformed. You will NEVER be reformed,
    boy. You are, and always will be, a criminal. You
    don’t belong to society, Chris Bawa. You cost me an
    eye, and I’ll make sure you pay for it. As the saying
    goes, an eye for an eye. I’ll be behind you from now,
    boy. Every step you take I’ll be there. If you sneeze
    I’ll be there. If you shit I’ll be there! I’ll bring you
    back to prison, motherfucker, if it’s the last thing I
    ever do!
    (with indignation)
    Chief Inspector! That’s an awful thing to say! That’s
    quite inappropriate! I’ll make sure the Commandant
    hears about this!
    Cuger gives the Chaplain a very dirty look.
    Run along and tell him, Sir!
    He gets into his jeep and speeds angrily away, leaving
    the Chaplain and Baaba to stare after him with absolute
    (shaking her head sadly)
    I’ve always known that man hates Chris, Sir. You’re
    privy to the bad things he did to Chris inside that
    prison, aren’t you?
    The Chaplain nods, his face still reflecting his shock.
    I’m flabbergasted! I’m perplexed! Such hatred all
    bottled up inside that man, eating him up like a
    corrosive acid! I’ll make sure the Commandant hears
    about this!
    He never forgave Chris for making him lose his eye,
    Sir. That’s what has made his anger and hatred fester
    for so many years.
    Chris begins to walk away again.
    Immediately the Chaplain steps in front of him.
    Hold on, Chris, my son. I came after you to give you
    He proffers a white envelope towards Chris, who looks
    quite startled.
    What’s that, Sir?
    Oh, a little pocket money. Something to get you
    through today, if need be, son. Nothing much. Just
    pittance. Two hundred Ghana Cedis, boy. At least it
    can buy you some food for today.
    Chris reaches out and takes the envelope, and sticks it
    into his back pocket.
    (in his soft, deep voice)
    Thanks, Sir. That’s very much appreciated.
    The two men shake hands, and Chris starts to walk away
    Baaba reaches out and takes his arm.
    He looks at her without expression.
    Chris, my shift has ended. I’m headed to Achimota. I
    can give you a lift if you’re going in that direction.
    I would appreciate that very much, Miss Brooks. I’m
    going to Madina, and so I can drop off on the way.
    (smiling now)
    Okay then. Wait for me and let me get my car.
    When she walks away the Chaplain draws close to Chris,
    takes his upper arms and looks earnestly at him.
    You have been through hell here, Chris, during these
    five years you’ve been here as a prisoner. I saw how
    Cuger and his bad friends tried to break your back, but
    you remained strong, and today the dear Lord has seen
    it fit to listen to our prayers, and you have your freedom
    back. It is a new beginning, my boy. I’ve heard
    terrible things about you, prior to your imprisonment,
    and I tried my best to make you a good man. Don’t
    disappoint me, my son. Go out there and live a clean
    life. Make me proud. If I see you coming back to this
    prison, let it be because you’re visiting me, and not
    because you’re coming back as a convict. May the good
    Lord be your helper!
    Chris nods, and he sees tears glistening in the
    Chaplain’s eyes.
    Thank you, Sir. I appreciate all that you did for me in
    The Chaplain nods, squeezes Chris’ arms, and then he
    turns and quickly walks back into the prison yard.
    Baaba’s Toyota Corrolla pulls up, and Chris opens the
    door and slides into the air-conditioned interior.
    As she drives away neither of them sees Cuger emerging
    from the shadow of the visitors’ lounge and glaring after
    the car as his teeth grind together angrily.
    He takes out his phone and dials. The phone is
    answered on the third ring.
    (through clenched teeth)
    Hey, McBaiden, where are you?
    The voice at the other end belongs to Sergeant ATO
    MCBAIDEN, another police attachment at the prison,
    and Cuger’s best friend.
    I dey Auntie Mansa e der. I dey chop some fufu, my
    paddy, plus some serious goat meat.
    You were right, bro. The people released Chris. He
    just left!
    Shit! Hell no! For real?
    For f-----g real, man! Took me completely by surprise.
    Charley, this thing irks me so f-----g bad, man!
    (voice low and sinister)
    Dude, you think he’s gonna be a problem?
    Chris Bawa will always be a problem, my paddy. I
    want you here ASAP, man. I think we must do some
    planning. That boy took my f-----g eye, and I’m going
    to make him pay big time.
    I dey on my way dey come. The fufu sef no dey sweet
    me again. F-----g Chris… like we for kill am. But
    it’s never too late, bro, never too late!
    JAILBIRD continue

    #1143114 Reply
    • "Posts"283
    • ☆☆
    #1143135 Reply
    • "Posts"292
    • ☆☆

    Nice start

    #1143136 Reply
    • "Posts"292
    • ☆☆

    Next pls

    #1143141 Reply
    • "Posts"12305
    • ☆☆☆☆☆


    #1143143 Reply
    • "Posts"18941
    • ☆☆☆☆☆
    #1143219 Reply
    • "Posts"3499
    • ☆☆☆

    Thanks @itzprince for the IV to these awesome story… Chris is in for a long thing, i just pray he will be able to pull through.

    #1143278 Reply
    • "Posts"3438
    • ☆☆☆

    Thanks bro @itzprince for inviting me and my @qeenvick. U do well.

Viewing 8 posts - 1 through 8 (of 858 total)
Reply To: The Jail Bird
Click on page (1) above to find episode links of this story

You can post your comment below

You can use BBCodes to format your content.
Your account can't use Advanced BBCodes, they will be stripped before saving.

Your information:

<a href="" title="" rel="" target=""> <blockquote cite=""> <code> <pre class=""> <em> <strong> <del datetime="" cite=""> <ins datetime="" cite=""> <ul> <ol start=""> <li> <img src="" border="" alt="" height="" width=""> <div class="">

Skip to toolbar