Randolph Johnson
Randolph Johnson, an inmate of the Maximum Security Prison: I was born on December 14, 1959, and grew up in Arima.
I only made it to standard three when I began to make "L'Ecol Biche"—that is leaving home for school, but not getting there.
I did this for a long time until I was caught by my parents and their investigations revealed I had not been attending school so I was taken out with the intention to learn a trade.
My childhood days were very painful. I was afraid of my father.
When evening came so did fear because he would be home soon from work. I eventually ran away from home and ended up on the streets.
I was brought back home three days later but shortly after, I did it again, only this time I spent months on the streets, stealing for a living.
I soon started smoking cigarettes, then marijuana, and was held for larceny and sent to the Boys Industrial School.
I ran away from the institution but it wasn't long before I was held for shopbreaking and larceny which landed me at YTC for three years.
At YTC, I went to learn joinery but I really did not take the trade seriously so obviously I did not learn the trade properly.
My parents were there for me during my incarceration and when my time came to leave, arrangements were made for me to live with them.
Once out, I started working as joiner but because of my inability to do the trade, I left.
Sometime after, I received a job with the Ministry of Agriculture, Lands and Fisheries where I worked for almost two years until I got injured and never went back to work as a result of the injury.
The say idle hands are the devil's workshop, so to fill my time I started smoking crack cocaine, and to sustain my habit started breaking into people's homes and stealing their property.
In 1980, I was held, convicted and sent to prison—my first "big jail."
I served eight months in prison but that did not change me.
I went back to my old ways, because it was the only way I knew to make fast money to support my bad habits.
My prison stay was 12 months' hard labour and upon my release as sure as—old habits die hard—I picked up where I left off.
In 1988, my third time around in the adult prison, I served 14 years and still never understood the value of learning a trade, or making use of the time.
I was eventually released from prison in 2002, and I genuinely did not want to return.
While I was in prison my father died and when I came out my mother welcomed me home.
She gave me everything I needed and I started working...I had everything under control.
But the roller-coaster ride soon started.
To support the habits I could not afford, I started stealing again so next came my fourth prison sentence—17 cases and I am now serving 14 years.
This time is different...you may be asking the question why? Right?
Well, my approach in understanding life is better.
The programmes in prison have helped me to build my self-esteem, taught me to be responsible and accountable for my actions; it has also helped in understanding my character better.
I thank God for understanding through his Son Jesus Christ; I now know who I am and what God wants for me. I am not where I am supposed to be today. But I'm definitely not where I used to be.
Mentally: I can do my own thinking and reasoning.
Physically: I am healthier than when I used to smoke and drink...I have been enrolled in as many educational programmes as possible.
Spiritually: I have a relationship with my God and Creator.
Socially: I can speak to people about life and it defects.
Emotionally: I am very sorry for the things I did to people—all the distress, pain and suffering I have caused them; and
I ask for their forgiveness and the opportunity to be forgiven.
I am looking forward to entering the next programme so that I can learn a skill to take me through the rest of my life.
I must say thanks, not for prison, but for the opportunities and information that I received through the various programmes being facilitated in prison.