Patience is a Virtue J.E # 13

Patience is a Virtue
Journal Entry #13 6-6-07

Habari! All praises to the almighty Jah-Jah; to when I give all the glory in the Universe. It is because of him that I am alive and healthy this very day; and able to write you these sacred words of wisdom. Today’s journal entry is about Patience. As the well known sayin goes; “Patience is a virtue”… Also, a scripture in the book of Proverbs; located in the Holy Bible. I reiterate; Patience is a Virtue!!! So, if a woman waits patiently on her king; is she considered a Virtuous Woman? If a man waits patiently, and not only wait; But in the process of waiting: He knows that things will be much greater, and therefore, worth the wait. If this is the true, is that man considered Virtuous? If so, virtuous, I am not! Although, today and other days I do show flashes of patience- I’m not ready to except the title as being a Vitreous Man … Maybe one day I will? With that said; as of now all I will do is hope, and look forward to the day. My reason for bringing this topic up is because today I endure so much that my patience was really being tested: However, I had no control over the situation, just how I would react to it. I sat back and quietly suffered within myself. This morning I was awaken by the C/O at around 4:30am, telling me to pack it up- I’m transferring. From like 5am to 8:30am; we sat on a concrete bench until the Blue bird arrived. (By the way, Blue Bird is a prison bus) After it arrived we was told to strip down and lift our nut sacks, and penis’, then had to bend over and cough. Now mind you, this was in front of like 60 plus other inmates and 4 C/O’s. The degrading continues… Once we were humiliated, we had to assume the position so that our leg irons could be put on; now, this position requires us to place our knees on the concrete bench, so that the officer could place the shackle around our ankles. I don’t know if you have ever sat with your knees on the concrete before; but its torture! Especially if you have bad knees! Following that procedure, we loaded up on the hot and very uncomfortable bus headed to our destination. To make a long story short- I spent about 7 hrs on that bus. With no bathroom, knees hittin the seat in front of me, sweating like a Hebrew slave from the heat; til we finally made it to our destination- Washington C.I.
To be continued…

-Banditti the don