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He was sexually excited (48)

It was many days since Leroy’s last bout of medication from the hospital dispensary, no more small red pills, 3 times per day neither 2 orange pills 1 per day neither light blue pills twice daily nor supervised as Leroy had to take them. His body began to tingle as a sensation of ownership gradually took effect. He began to feel a slow heaving of his penis as it came to life of its own accord. He had almost forgotten that such feelings existed. What with the movements of his organs and rapid sensation of self throughout his body. He began to think of women, breasts and thighs, and smiles and lips and the sensual touch of a female hand, female voices whispered in his mind. He was sexually excited.

Leroy roamed the streets trying not to be detected. His style was individual and unassuming, it was individual and unique. He dressed like an American rapper as he believed himself to be such. Leroy was the man of lyrics. The older folk whispered under their breath.

 “There goes another of the, lost generation”.

“Why the government don’t take them all and put them in the army or send them on some boot camp we will never know”

“Yeah instead of roaming the streets with nothing to do” Said one old man supping on his tin beer.  The photograph held its colour well. Grinning white teeth from an immaculate milk chocolate face, dressed in a white silken bridal gown. What did it all mean? Yvonne smiled at her young enthusiastic radiant bridal face. The man’s face was fixed embellished with that usual reserved twinkle in his eyes.

“Bastard, Mean, mean, mean bastard he tried to ruin my life.” She cursed. 

Yvonne shook her head with eyes fixed on the couples embrace and reflected on a life that could have been, instead of the reality of what happened. That was the sole purpose of the album to record a life that could have been instead of a life that really happened. From there were no more tears the moment the camera shutters were closed it was a picture book romance. There were no more tears for this album she swore. She cast it into the fire. The flames flickered and licked the plastic coating. Green flames orange flames, but there was no black flames to convey the weight of her heart. History was history, Yvonne smiled and closed her eyes and breathed a pained sigh of relief. Relief would be expressed tonight she whispered to herself. Relief of a woman free from her own history Yvonne closed her eyes as the flames consumed the photographs twisting and distorting the images to a blank nothingness.    

Shoot to kill(47)

On realization that he was being observed and recorded, Leroy carried out a daring performance for the surveillance team of her Majesty's Secret Service.

With foot firmly down on the accelerator Leroy drove through one red traffic light, then another. It was as though he was the devil pressing on the accelerator.  Another spirit had inhabited the body of Leroy, driving him on. When his way was obstructed the car mounted the pavement and drove across the South London Park around the lake, then back on the road down heading South Cars hooted pedestrians scattered. The police were alerted.

"He has turned wild. He has turned wild." Was all that could be heard over the police radio?

"Armed police alert, mad dog shoot to kill, and shoot to kill.”

"Amber! Code Amber!" replied the message over the police radio.  The guns were temporarily withdrawn. That code effectively meant Pursuit and Observe only. The cars withdrew. Leroy continued to drive moderately.

 The full beam of his vehicle tried to outshine the warm afternoon sunshine. The car skidded through the mud in the park Leroy felt the power of the merry-go-round turning him as he followed the "G" force sensation of the vehicle.

The days of oppression were over, the nights of torment and anguish, had gone. Leroy had come out; he had opted out as they say. This was his final act of reality. From now on he would no longer belong to himself. They were quite right when the authorities had said, “He had taken leave of his senses." because he had. The feeling of nonconformity was over powering. Leroy sang loudly in the car.  “Country rose, Country rose take me back where I belong Af-ri-ca sweet mother Af-ri-ca take me home country rose.”

The indoctrination was clinical and complete the implant was concealed and embedded deep in his brain.

 

Scanned Oxford St.(46)

As Zeus in ancient Greece, Allan scanned Oxford Street from above, through a series of closed circuit monitors. Reclined in a comfortable armchair Allan sat proud as he watched the square patch of space through monitors. He supped his tea as he watched a man fumbling with a plastic carrier bag near the bus stop. The man eventually came to rest by leaning on a railing as though waiting for a bus. Allan sat arms outstretched with his fingers tapping the console. Having stared at each screen for several hours and finding them interesting but not directly relevant to his life. He became bored. He began to imagine the passers by as people he recognised as being on TV the night before, on the news. He saw a young man that escaped from Rose View prison. He was supposed to be very dangerous the news reader had said. Since most black men were dangerous anyway he did not bother. Allan didn’t give it much thought apart from following the man’s movements from screen to screen down the length of Oxford Street, as he looked into all the shop windows.  

Leroy was in awe of all the expensive clothes and fashionable items he had missed all these years. Overwhelmed by the sights and the mass of humanity, Leroy decided to make his way to Peckham where he was more familiar.

Perched on a bar stool, Leroy glanced for his profile only to be disappointed, at how he had aged. The current occupants of the tavern had removed the mirror; only the stained outline of the wall returned a dull shadow of the African fugitive. An Eastern European glossy bald headed barman snatched the money from his hand, the man’s smile was uneven and warm to cold. Feelings of pain racked Leroy’s body as unwanted emotions flowed through his mind: War, famine, hunger and manacles jingled around his arms and legs, Leroy had broken his term of bondage.

CHAPTER 10 The Escape (45)

The escape from Rose View maximum-security prison was happening, for real. Leroy walked casually through the last 4 of the security doors he maintained a tight-lipped serious demeanour. Only glancing at each camera with a look of hope and expressed desire for freedom. As if by magic the electric doors opened without force or any resistance. Hesitating for a moment, Leroy conversed with the security guard familiar to him in a cheerful and personal tone of conversation.

"How's the wife and kids, Gilbert?"   Leroy asked casually.

"Fine thank you Leroy", replied the guard. Leroy followed the Rose View code of greeting as required; Hello was a high handed full palm hearty wave. The guard responded likewise. Guard 463 opened the second security door with the key. Leroy thanked him and walked out casually. The person behind the camera "E14" continued his observance. Escape was spelt E-X-I-T. The air buzzed with chaos as Leroy mixed freely with outgoing visitors.

It was 11.00am that Mr Alan Steen sat in the tiny cubicle arrayed with a selection of buttons. His main responsibility for the morning was to check all vehicles and operate the barrier. The green button indicated up and the red button was for down. Alan dreamily watched the main road. Camera 1 to camera 7 monitored every movement within the prison grounds for months, but it never perturbed him, except on that the first day of September. The helicopter hovered overhead.

Leroy cut through the wire fencing leading to the field; he bent back the wire and squeezed through. The police helicopter hovered above the prison and circled the woodland.  A thermal image scanner

the wooded area. Leroy could see the helicopter as though out of instinct he adorned himself with the milk bottle cap and covered himself in the bushes. The tension was overwhelming. The Close Circuit TV cameras picked up a shimmering haze the controller focussed into the haze only to conclude it to be the helicopter search beam light, he ignored it.

Travelling in a Big Ship (44)

“Go for it. Ladies and gentlemen I present to you Bob Marley (tribute act) reciting his poem ‘The Slave Ship.’” There was hesitant applause. Since the Bob Marley was highly medicated he recited his poem:

African Slave Journey

Travelling in a big ship

Lying chained down with strangers

But how much more strange is the man with the whip

Who squeeze us together to make space?

To place tribe-man on top of other tribe man

Does he know this agony Does he know pain!

What when I vomit or shit on my friend or my enemy

Must we eat it or live in it worse than animals.

The cries of my neighbour, the groans of my neighbour, the smell of my neighbour................

How do I turn from side to side and when weary on my belly lie?

Family, security is all gone.  Where is my hut my wife, my child?

The pain, the pain, the pain the pain.........

Where is the heart of this brutish warrior man with whip please let me die now! Now!

Here we are confined by our minds. With drugs I sleep,

With drugs I eat, with drugs no sex in my mind,

My limbs wither; my breasts grow like a woman.

As a man I suffer pain and humiliation and more pain and humiliation and more pain.

Slave Ship sinks for me.”

The audience were still awaiting more exhortations of pain and violence. Someone in the audience started to cry. A slow hand-clap commenced until it turned into stable applause. Bob Marley’s poem had touched a chord of pain.

The dusky skinned female inmate flipped her head backwards as she stood on the parquet floor, with a fluid motion she rolled her eyes as though presenting some hidden delight with an alluring warm smile. The images played freely throughout the mind of Leroy.

Delight, ecstasy and animation shivered throughout the doctors body as he stood, stone faced in his pin striped blue suit and black brogues. If this is madness give me more he thought. The young woman approached the horizontal cane calm but determined.  She shuffled her bare feet with extenuating toes clinging to the wooden floor as they crabbed their way towards the cane.  The prison guards gathered round for the entertainment they had been awaiting. The woman’s arms flowed like a kite in the wind to embrace a doctor.  Her toes worked their way to the doctor’s brogues her light arms wrapped round and through his body. He had melted. I made my escape to break away from this comforting enclosed world. Limbo was no longer fashionable ever since the feminist movement took effect. It’s strange how fads come and go.

To the total surprise of the warders one minute they were all there having a party the next minute or 2 hours they had all gone. They only found the tape deck playing over and over some reggae songs. On closer inspection of the tape it had been rethreaded and looped.

“Ingenious little bastards, who would have thought they would have done a thing like that.......” said the guard as he closely inspected the cassette.

The original psychiatric report had awarded them all the classification of dangerous. Even so their close companionship had seemed to render them harmless. It was thought that together they had diluted any aspect of danger.

“And I thought they were all happy here” said the guard as raised the alarm.

“I bet it’s that bloody professor Streaky, he was always a weird one,” said one guard to the next as the panic button was pressed to inform the local police of the break out.

After being routinely turned down by the prison review board they had enough. Madness was their ideal cover.  Each had a multiple of assignments. Their objectives were to stay mad, be mad and glad. Their motto: “was-mad-bad-glad-to-be-free.”

To the total surprise of the warders one minute they were all there having a party the next minute or 2 hours they had all gone. They only found the tape deck playing over and over some reggae songs. On closer inspection of the tape it had been rethreaded and looped.

“Ingenious little bastards, who would have thought they would have done a thing like that...” said the guard as he closely inspected the cassette.

You don't turn yourself like that to me Leroy let me go.