Text by: Azza Mahmoud
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7" he said as he held a cigarette in one hand and in the other a picture of his mother. "Seven power lines and none of them is mine" he said, talking to the four walls that were covered in cracks
and yellow stains. He stared at his torn black shirt, his dirty feet, "This is better than prison at least" he mumbled.
"Ahmed call your brother from upstairs the driver is waiting for him, he's late for his football practice" screamed Nadia,
Ahmed's mother. She was a beautiful dark haired woman, who always wore Chanel dresses and Calvin Klein perfumes. Their house was a majestic mansion located in the center of the mesmerizing city Addis Ababa. They had servants, gardeners and drivers at their
call. Ahmeds father Ibrahim Al-Sayed was a well known business man who owned factories, shops and restaurants. Ahmed was going out with his friends to this new bar they opened in Asmara street. He opened his Mercedes Benz that was parked in front of the house
and then he stared at the servants praying in the loan. He looked at them with disgust in his eyes. He was never the religious type.
"Get out of this house, you're a disgrace" screamed Ibrahim outraged, Ahmed's mother was on the floor crying:
"Drugs! How could you! I hope they'll kill you in prison", Ahmed couldn't believe what had just happened, he never would have thought that the police would find out about him dealing and about the girl. He thought that the girl would never turn him in. They
dragged him out of the house handcuffed, "You're going to rot in prison for what you did to the poor girl, how can you give her an overdose, you almost killed her you pathetic boy"
"They were killed in a car accident on their way to the prison".
Ahmed sat down on the floor and started hitting his head on the wall, He stared at the police man and then he stared at his hands and said "what have I done, I killed my family".
"It's been 14 years since I've been here but im getting out
tomorrow" said Ahmed to his cellmate. "Your family must be really happy you're finally going home to them", "well, they would be... if I have one".
Ahmed wasted all the money his family left him on drugs and gambling.
is searching for jobs to pay his debts but no one is hiring him. No one wants to hire a criminal.
He's going crazy.
"1, 2, 3, 4, 5 ,6, 7"....
5 March 2016