Five (unscheduled) Flights a Day – 7

Junior was as hundreds of others who were taken with the ganja, exploited until such time they were killed, arrested, or able to get away.

With no identification or money,  with no sense of where he was exactly, Junior felt weak and lost, and almost as helpless as a baby.

The flat he stayed in was filthy, noisy and he spent his days tired, hungry, lost.

He could understand that he was ‘working’ off his ‘airfare’ and accommodation but without a cent in his pocket, without an identity he was worse off than was he living in a cave in Wareika Hills or in a prison cell.


What do you think?


Written by jaylar

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