Karmalu

JULY 7 th 1998             Dike Ndukwe, sat up in the prison cell reading the Quran, it was the only book made available for him to read in the four years of his detention. In less than ten hours he will be meeting with a team of US delegates, the culminate of an international effort to secure his release. His vision began to blur as he read the holy book forcing him to keep it down. He noticed an unusual sweating on his palms and fore head. He felt too dizzy to stand up but managed to, walked to the door and beckoned on the warden but got no answer. A sharp pain coursed through his back, up to his head; he swooned and fell to the ground.             The only consciousness he had at the point was an astringent taste in his mouth and a peculiar rancid smell from his body. A certain chemical reaction had taken place in his liver and was insidiously spreading across his body. His blood, his life-liquid will now serve the devils purpose of transporting the virulent substance from