GRAB A SEAT

Sitting on an electric chair for a man who is on death row does so much for him. The pleas and tears fill the hallowed room as he is strapped down to the chair his fate. And in that moment, before the high current blasts through his skin; before the smell of his burning skin hits his nose; before the screams from his own voice fills his own ears which would soon be stone cold, He remembers the times when a word was more than enough for the wise. Flashes of second chances skip swiftly like a montage playing before his very eyes.
See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil and most importantly do no evil was his mother’s song and yet evil became abundant in his heart and that was all he had to give. Ignoring the grace given to him to push through the barrier of self- hatred and loathe, he pushed the anger of his sins to others, others that willingly showed him the spot of light at the end of the dark tunnel. He had lost it all (even though he realised it too late), the life which he cherished like a new born in the arms of the mother. Second chances flee away from his eyes as they are only called second chances when the first is foolishly ignored.
Sitting on an electric chair does so much to a man, for at that moment all that he’s conscious of is the cold bony grip of the Grimm reaper on his neck, collecting the soul he has long craved for. But sitting on a chair does nothing to a man, sometimes, because that’s when he decides to take the second chance given to him by his Almighty father or as my people call it, his ”chi” or foolishly ignore it like the first.
Maybe we should all strap 3000volts of energy to our wooden chairs and see what choice we would not foolishly make because maybe, just maybe, an electric chair might be more effective than a wooden one.