Death Row: Mercy Ayodele's story

I had wondered when I would finally be free from bondage. I had come to a point in my life where madness was the only option left to save me. She took everything I had. Jessica...I called her my best friend. I called her a sister. I shared everything with her as I believed she shared everything with me too. From our days as little 6 year old girls to our days as high school students, I never doubted our friendship. We grew up together, told each other every single thing...We graduated together. We both studied law and dreamt about becoming judges. Funny enough, we got married on the same day to our significant others. Everything was fine. We hardly argued. Things changed after the birth of my daughter Lara. My life was perfect. Until a few years back, when I got the phone call that changed my life. Jessica called me after work and told me her husband was abusing her. She told me to call her back. When I did,  she cried to me on the phone. I quickly rushed to her house. I was shocked and surprised when I got there and noticed the door was forced open. I went in  and saw blood everywhere, Jide lying on the floor with his throat slit open. He was struggling for his life. His blood kept popping out like a fountain and I found myself covered in it. He managed to utter "Mercy. Je.." Jide couldn't finish his sentence when he gave up the ghost. Devastated, I kept calling Jessica's name. I thought something had happened to her. Jide's body was a horrible sight. There was a knife next to his body. I held it in my hands and threw it away from me. I was confused, frightened. I couldn't hold my tears. Before I knew it, police officers had arrived. I tried explaining to them what I saw but one of the  officers cut me short and asked me " Are you Mercy Ayodele ?" I said yes. "You are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say or do will be used against you in the court of law. You are entitled to having a lawyer..." He continued. I became even more confused as to what was going on.  I protested but they handcuffed me. Three officers led me out  of Jessica's house. Terrence, my husband, stood outside. He was angry,disappointed and kept asking me "How could you ?! How could you do this ?! How ?!" I couldn't answer him, I didn't understand what was going on. To my great surprise, Jessica was there as well, screaming and crying. "You witch! You killed my husband. She killed my husband! Mercy, what did I do to you?!" I was confused, I was weak. I had no words. The officers put me in their car and took me down to the station where I was told that trial awaits me. I stayed in that place for 6months, before i was actually a given a lawyer. My lawyer didn't believe in my innocence. He said there where too many incriminating evidences.

After a year, my case was finally taken to court. To cut a long story short, I was sentenced to 10 years imprisonment with the death penalty as ultimate end for man slaughter. During each session in court, I would turn around and observe the people behind me. Disappointed, sad faces was the only thing I saw.   But what hurt me the most was that Jessica was in my husband's arms, enjoying his comfort and faking her tears. He turned his face away from me. What happened to "for better, for worse" ?  I thought to myself this: "This is surely a nightmare". My baby...Lara would give me that "I love you, mommy" sign I taught her. I always smiled back at her. Her innocent eyes gave me hope for a better end. The judge had no compassion. Nobody believed me, everyone abandoned me. The people I called my friends, family...Everyone was gone.

I got to jail. I was labelled as danger to the environment, so I was placed in an isolation cell. The walls were dark. There was just one small window which was barricaded with  bars made out of steel. It was just enough for me to get fresh air. I was alone in there. I would cry myself to sleep each night. They gave me food just once in a day. Sometimes the food I was given was already expired. It dawned on me that I had lost my worth as a human being. As the days went by, I began to lose my sanity. Years came and went. A day came when I received an anonymous letter wherein was stated that Terrence had filed for a divorce and I had no choice but to sign the documents. I was convinced that everything was lost. I kept on praying, hoping God would take me out of my distress. I prayed, and cried, and prayed, and cried. I didn't keep my head up. I lost faith in God. I became someone else. I fought with the other women, just to keep my food. I started cursing. I was enraged.

Things changed when a new prison guard was appointed to us. Her name was Diane, but everyone called her Miss Dee. She was very attractive, but something about her screamed foul. She had the qualities of a man. The way she lays back and strokes her chin as if she has a beard. The way she raises her head and looks down on us prisoners with so much pride...She reminded me so much of Terrence. I was surprised when she started talking to me. She brought me extra food.We became close, she gave me a bit of my sanity back. One night, she came to my cell. We joked around as usual. When suddenly she asked me "Don't you miss having a man touch you ?". There was this awkward silence between us. I managed to utter a "yes". She smiled and came closer to me. We kissed. I didn't push her away. I thought she was a lesbian, far from that. She was a man. My man. I finally saw the real her. We did have sex that night. Miss Dee knew the right places. Places only Terrence knew. It had been 6 years...6 whole years I hadn't felt that touch. I took that ride. As I did, I bent my head back and closed my eyes. I saw pictures of the  early years of my marriage to Terrence. Our wedding night, those days he would come back home from work and grab me from behind while I was in the kitchen...all those nights and times in his office. We lasted all night. When it was morning, Miss Dee kissed me goodbye and promised to be back the next night. This went on for 4 more years.

The day of my execution came. I prepared myself for death. That was when Miss Dee came into my cell and gave me a new set of clothes. She put a black sack over my head and led me out of the cell. We got to a place where I felt chilly. She removed the sack from my head, and I saw freedom. I had become Karma. It was time for revenge...

 - The Alpha Female

story to be continued. Watch out for it on the 18th of September 2012. 

Part 2  here! 


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