Walls of Kamiti

On my way home I always see Kamiti Maximum Prison, with its walls so high and strong. I went to visit a friend the other day, and Kamiti taught me the value of freedom.

Behind the walls are men, whose eyes tell tales of a world you would not want to be in. I cannot help but stare at the men I try to smile but I give a broken smile. As I chat with my friend over barbed wire, with chains tied on him I am mad and sorry for him. Mad that advice given was taken for granted and sorry that he had to learn the hard way the value of freedom.

My friend tells me he might be behind the walls of Kamiti but I might also be creating my own walls of Kamiti. I agreed with him, many are times we create walls around ourselves, afraid to let the world see us for who we are, afraid of heartbreaks and afraid the someone might actually care enough to break down the walls.

As you boast with your so called freedom, try and bring down the walls of Kamiti that you have built so firmly. Let love break them down and let hope show the true freedom of life.