Moving forward to face his fate he tried to look strong. With no word of comfort, a shoulder of solace and family to bid him farewell he had to be strong. I know he tried to be. Remembering the warm laughter of his wife, the squeaky noise of his son who enjoyed teasing him must had been his last thoughts. Tears rolled down his eyes, but he did not say a word.
His fate had been sealed at the High Court months back and had been waiting in agony for this day that is never set on calendar for the death row inmate to know. Two prison guards wearing black hoods over their heads took him to the gallows. His death was inevitable. He had refused to wear a hood saying he will 'face' his fate like a man. His last tears rolled down his face and he asked the 'executioner' standing next to him to tell his family he loves them and he is innocent. "Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I shall fear no evil for thou art with me," read the Priest citing excerpts of Psalms 23 from the Bible. The next sound was his neck breaking and a few minutes later he was confirmed dead. According to prison protocol he was to be buried in the prison yard where dozens of other death row inmates had faced a similar fate. His body hung helplessly. He had met his fate - death by the executioner's hand. Alone. His wife's loving embrace in his last days was nothing but a distant memory. A few will remember him for what he truly was. Only stories in the media will seal his fate a brutal murderer who deserved to die.
