HAJJA REACHED THE EXERCISE YARD, and Li Chi the head of the Asian triad, approached him from his back.

"Hajja, what happened? Did the Warden take his side again?"

Hajja nodded as they both ambled side by side; sighing and speaking in the same tune of alliteration of the prison justice — that always favoured Ramirez and the Hispanics.

"Its 'down-bad,' that bitch is never fair in all her trials — but this time, Graves seems more interested in the Preacher and his promise to free us all out of Tombscradle."

Li Chi chuckled when he heard of the impervious sour promises of freedom...

"What, the same empty promise he kept telling every one of us here for many years? You know that will not happen — and that 'hit in the neck' Preacher is simply disillusioned, and his motive is so clearly to deceive anyone as recruitment into his religious blanket-cult...

"Someday all his lies of freedom will finally blow up on his face, and then, the blind followers of his will see that he is just a damn imposter with no honour!

"This is a prison, Hajja — someone will kill him sooner or later. It is best he takes the solitude life — and remains in hiding in the hole that he is now in — we don't need to have anything to do with that White-bastard!"

"But Li Chi, I have also witnessed that each time he comes out of solitary and back into GP — he seems to be stronger mentally and even more fearlessly driven — ( keep it real, you have seen it too). Hell yeah, today I crystal-saw it too!

"Yes, I saw the same fear of the Preacher in the Warden's eyes — when I was in her office."

Li Chi interrupted mockingly at the spiritual Muslim leader...

"After that 'flat-weed' whipping in public lately, I don't think the fool is going to be egocentric — and preach about any of his angels and heaven — or about any fucking freedom for a long-long time."

Hajja smiled when he heard that — it was what the warden also had said earlier in her own efficacious way — to isolate him from the rest of the gen-pop.

"Hah! What whipping are you talking about, Li Chi — you mean that 'attitude adjustment' that he got in spic-yard the last couple of weeks? Hey, the Preacher had gone to the extent of castrating himself to prove his point yesterday — and that action alone stands even stronger against those women, in their pretentious mask worn over here. It was indeed a stern message to them bitches — by denying them of his semen!

"Oh yes, I can see through her arbitrary looks of the warden just now — that the bitch is now really afraid of him!"

Li Chi differed with more emblazon of resentful sarcasm...

"That dirty White-dog should have bled to his damn 'dirt nap' in the hole instead."

The Chinese scorned out because he mistrusted all of the Caucasians existence since coming to prison that was run by the White authority.

Hajja kept advocating with laughter...

"Downright 'scandalous!

"Then, what about the Preacher's achievements so far? I see clear of the persistence and perseverance in him — and all his followers are noticing it too — I foresee too that when the time comes — the Preacher will just say the word, and everyone will be going 'no-smoke' to lay their lives for their freedom. Only those who survive will walk out alive from that gate over there, as a free man."

Hajja told with eyes of an axiom while pointing to the main entrance metal main gate. The Chinese goaded him to his path of view...

"Come on Hajja, don't buy into this illing monk's promises and be fooled by it. Ramirez will see this as a sign of weakness in your BGF leadership — and he can even falsely influence the Warden to send you into the hole if you vocally did support it — that spic dog will do whatever it takes, just to protect his 'juice-card,' am I right here?"

Hajja now laughed aloud, recalling the gauche circumstances that surround the enigmatic Doran. The truth remains that the multi-racial inmates would still remain separated from the unity that was expounded by the Preacher himself...

In numbers, they were all still divided — and controlled by the warden — who had built the fences to separate the flocks by its racial breed.

The Black leader chuckled and he further admonished...

"I see a sign of 'Tom and George' here — and by the looks just now, even Ramirez also fears the Preacher's would-be holy jihad like Warden Graves...

"So Li Chi, it is time for you to stop sitting on the fence like a spineless 'wolf ticketing cell-warrior'...

"You have to soon make a stand for your own Asian brothers — so that, you too will be fighting along with the Preacher when the time comes — so, will you be there by our side — when my people and I band together with the Preacher to fight them to the death?

"Yes, we gonna hit this old lady called Tombscradle 'in the neck', and soon bring her down to her knees — and there will never be a 'hoe-checking' when that day comes — cos the bitch will be dead by then?"