Bloody Prison

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The fuck are you Kaffirs slowing down for?! Get at it!
















chool?

an Ah, Kuw

was s go! How


I dont know It was... I didnt like it.


Oh please! Young’uns like you are always saying these things just as an excuse cause they dont wanna do this or that in school.


Yeah!But I dont need school I’m...I’m already smart!


Kungawo...

No! I mean I can help Dad at work, and that way...


Kuwango!

There is nothing to worry about!

Everything is ďŹ ne!We had some issues from then and there and we’re still standing!


God has given us simple folk a small light of hope So please Kuwango, Take it!


Now, Eat your supper









Hey man! Ready to go?

Sure! Got the pants, jacket and hat?


They actually call it a ‘Hooder’ these days, or probably something else I’m not sure.


Man,

It’s al

l the s

ame a

nyway .



So... going e w e r A or not?

Yeah, yeah Come on.


Kungawo! Man, I’m tellin’ you my my parents are never here at this time! Stop being a black p*#@!



Don’t be little me tall ‘honky’ boy.





Hey, Kungawo...

Wanna a match?


ly?

real , t i a W

Yeah sure, But I have to warn you I’ve been practic’in.


Although yet another sudden memory has been oered by my past...



It was still considered the many memories of a good friend that stuck by me at even the roughest times.

That fond memory of him and me, a duo of friends that seems to others as unatural, was in fact the last savory ash I have ever looked upon...


Before I ever could have escaped that God forsaken Bloody Prison.


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