Christmas in Prison

Christmas in Prison

Christmas wishes
Christmas for many is a time of getting together
But for us behind bars it’s emotionally much sadder.
This is a time of grief, sadness, hurt and pain,
This is what we were warned of: ‘loss we can’t explain’.
Christmas in our imagination is a desire of happiness, laughter and celebration,
But facing our consequences we choose to find ourselves in such a miserable situation;
Still we aught to be very thankful for people God sent to comfort and care for us,
For without them we would not know how to control that sinful rush.
So thank you all for making this Christmas special,
We all should treasure your kindness and love without any hassle.
A merry Christmas to you all,
And unto you only good blessings will fall.

by Bradley
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It’s the night before Christmas and I’m watching the sunset, the cool breeze coming in through the window. As I sit there wondering, I realise that this’ll be my first Christmas in prison and it hurts like hell. In the distance I hear how the other inmates are talking about their past days outside in the free and phenomenal world, enjoying the fun and laughter of family and friends. Listening to them chat about it makes my eyes moisten up and a tear rolls down. No matter how hard I try not to cry I just can’t seem to keep it in. The silence of the night breaks and I find myself lying in bed, making a special prayer request to God, to please grant my family and all the small kids around the globe a blessed Christmas ahead. The morning of Christmas day is upon us, but it’s just another day of routine and lying in bed thinking of better days. Just after ‘eerste bak’ the people of God’s Church come and keep a service in some of the cells, bringing the good news of Jesus’ birth and what His purpose for us is. There’s singing and smiles yet it doesn’t and won’t ever replace the love and laughter of my own home. After ‘tweede bak’ I decide to lie on my bed and try to sleep so that I don’t have to be part of this ‘Prison Christmas’ but the reality is, I am!

by Ashley

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Christmas day in prison is not nice, everything is different … Outside in the morning we used to pray … we used to get the opportunity to go to church and we also used to pray but sometimes we forget that it is Christmas day.

by Sandile

 

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We miss a lot of stuff that is happening and that is outside.
We’re not here with our families and we don’t eat nice food. My mother used to make us tongue and a lot of different puddings.

by Osrin

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I will feel very lonely. It will feel like the world is ending. Christmas is the time you regret the mistakes you did in life. It’s the time in prison when you should expect the unexpected. Christmas is also a time when I’ll try to pull myself together and pray and thank God for his son’s birth.

by Donovan

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Christmas poem

Christmas, what is this?
I was told, that its a story very bold,
Of a man who took, who give
But most important was the life he live.
This is just a story.

This is now my Christmas,
With only one request on my wish-list
My food isn’t shabby as usual
My cage is nothing casual
It’s the visitation, outside communication
Sometimes it seems that its too much that I’m facing.
This is my Christmas
With only one request on my wish-list
So what if I miss this Christmas
Maybe my request on my wish-list
Will come true next Christmas.

by Franklin

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Well, this won’t be my first Christmas in Pollsmoor, actually it’ll be my third in a row. I remember my first time round about December 2005, the time I got arrested. I was still fresh out of the normal lifestyle, so it hit me like a stack of bricks. Normally, on a Christmas outside, the whole month of December is full of preparations and cheerful laughter. But here in prison, every day is the same as the previous day.
You wake up early in the morning to wash and clean the room. You wait till the wardens bring you breakfast, whatever might be on the menu. After that, I’ll just sit alongside the iron bars on the window and glimpse out at the beautiful mountain scenery, wondering what my family and friends might be doing.
The night before Christmas, my tears flood my pillow and my thoughts and memories of the outside life make it hard to accept the fact that I’m in prison on a night before Christmas. When the new dawn of Christmas breaks, my day starts off the same as any other day.
Only difference is that if I’m lucky, I might be able to go to a Christmas Day church service that the Spiritual Workers might organise. Also, the food might be a bit better ... but I remember that first Christmas, where the rice we received, including the carrot salad, was sour and had a funny stingy smell to it, making it almost impossible to eat. That made my heart sore and my will of living decrease a bit.
Presently, I’m kinda used to the prison routine, but that longing to be with my loved ones will never go away. Also, it’s all thanks to God’s loving grace that I made it thus far and I’m positive that he’ll bless me more so that I’ll make it through till the day I go home.
 by Carsten