IT SUCKS

It sucks to be me right now. Staring at the electric chair as I am being led by the warden. I can feel death, staring at me from a corner of the little room. 

The Catholic priest came forward, bearing the good news of his God, but I spat in his face because where was his God when I had my travails? 

From growing up in the worst parts of the city to having little to no opportunity during my teen years, his good God sat on his throne ignoring all my prayers and requests. 

"Have faith" they screamed at me every single day. But I had the faith and I did the work too, but still no reward. Meanwhile, people sat on high pedestals, committing atrocious crimes, and yet he blessed them abundantly. 

So I went into crime, and boy how good it felt! Starting from petty crimes to being hired for more serious crimes, I stacked a fortune. 

"Repeat after me," the priest said, snapping me out of my thoughts. 

"Hail Mary full of Grace..."

 I threw another bout of saliva before he finished off the short Christian prayer. 

"Rot in hell," the priest said as he stormed out of the room. 

It was a funny sight to behold, the man sent to save my soul, throwing curse words and damning my soul to eternal suffering. I mean that's what the Christians believe.

But I never regret going into crime, I never regret the blood I shed, I never regret committing that one crime, that made Judge Akintola Emeka Kabiru condemn me to the maximum death penalty. 

I feel bad for my actions most times, but memories of that night when I committed the worst crime known to man...

"Any last words," the warden said, as he did the last straps to my leg, snapping me out of my thoughts. 

"I hope it's beautiful on the other side," I said grinning from cheek to cheek. 

I shut my eyes, waiting for the buzz and electric wave to go through my body but the whole moment was interrupted by an uproar outside of the little room. Opening my eyes, I saw a man putting on a lab coat with a bag of popcorn seeds. 

"Could you hold our popcorn we kinda have a little bet going?" he said smiling and stretching his hands to me. 

"Of course, I can," I said collecting the bag of popcorn seeds. 

The warden signalled to the executioner, and with that a powerful jolt of electric current hit me. 

I wonder if the seeds popped. 

 By: Denilson C.