The prison gates closed behind him, paving way for
a fresh start on a clean slate.
Stepping into a cruel, judgmental world with nothing
but a Bachelor’s degree in streets science and a
He was a man without a formal education but with a
Employers profiled, labeled and shunned him because
he wasn’t good enough for any job.
An uneducated man who could barely write his name
with the words “I am dangerous. I am an ex-convict”
marked in bold on his forehead as a permanent badge
of distress showing him that he is unworthy, unfit,
unemployable and unwelcome.
He was ignored and shunned by his family and friends.
Living hard and homeless, disappointed and stressed
without anyone to help.
Hardship forced him to walk alone, and find other
means to struggle and survive in a world that won’t
give him a chance because of his criminal record.
He decided to venture into self employment and
drafted a saucy marketing strategy with a catchy
phrase to lure desperate people into his business.
“Shady Pharmacy: I sell drugs that will sedate you
and drugs that will blow your mind.”
A crooked sales man with a persuasive language
equivalent to a con artist.
He became a certified street pharmacist selling
drugs to the needy without a prescription.
The street corner became his official address.
Making a quick buck off his loyal customers, junkies.
Hustling as a drug dealer to make ends meet.
Operating a risky business in chains, his new
found freedom is compromised, faith is tested.
Building an illegal empire with one foot on the
streets and another back in the prison cell.
Always on a hide out, peeping through street
corners to ensure that the coast is clear.
Constantly hiding from the cops and authorities.
Illegal business woes, living dangerously and running
away from the law.
The street lights dimmed low this time, his time was
up and the authorities closed up his pharmacy.
The prison gates opened, paving way for a fresh
sentence in a dim lit cell.