The Last Moments of a Prisoner by Ishola Oreofe.
The priest was instantly caught in my line of view, crawling towards us like the millipede I saw in my prison cell yesterday, as if giving me more time to enjoy life simple pleasures, such as the scorching sun blazing above my head. Christian it was, they didn’t even ask me who I wanted present for my final rites. They just assumed I was a Christian. The army officers, five of them all had red eyes that carried the burden of what they were about to do and the unspeakable things they had done. I was not remorseful. Some people say you