1. Thehunterandthehunted.
Thelawof thejungle, survival ofthe fittest.Perpetrators
hunt, victimsarehunted.Inthestruggle forsurvival, itisthe
fittestthatemergevictorious.Butwhathappens when the
law ofthe jungle movesfrom theAmazon toNew YorkCity,
Tokyo and our own cityofkings,wheresome menhavebeen
turned to hunters, and others reduced tothehunted.
Ladies,youmetaman. Hesaid hie,youdidtoo.Yousmiled,
anactofcommoncourtesy. Youmaybeevenflirtedalittle,
but itwasn’treason enough tomakehimfollow an
unsuspecting youdown analley and have hisway withyou.
And atthatmoment, whenyousaidthatpolite “hie”and
smiledthatflirtysmiled,he had becomethehunter and you,
thehunted.

2. Youtriedto letitslideafterhe convinced thecourts thatyou
deserved itorbetteryetaskedfor it.Butyoucouldn’t. You
triedtowash offhis touch,cry offhissmell butnone ofthat
helped. Youstillfelthimbreathingonyou, stilltastedhim
distinctly-sweatandlust. You triedtherapy,anger
management…none ofitworked.Tillyoudecided,you
would hunt himdown, killhimifitcamedowntoit.You
becamethehunter andhe becamethehunted.
The battlewason, of course he didn’tknow that.Youhunted
himand he (theoblivious hunted) went bylikenothing
mattered.Youhunted himwhile hedrank cheap beerwith
his friends,whilehe madecommonsmall talkwithstrangers,
and while heimposed hisdrunk smellofsweat and lust on
everyone he cameacross. Youwatchedhiminhisexploits
while younursed thewounds of hissavagery.Tillone day,

3. youwatchedhim say“hie” toanother woman, the sameway
he hadto youthatday.Youknew your targethadtogo down
beforehe hunted another. Youpulled out thegunyou had
saved fora rainyday likethisone. Sentabullet through his
head and smiledthesatisfiedhunter’s smile.The battlewas
won.
While baskinginthe glory ofyour victory,theauthorities
called.They called itpremeditatedmurder.Thelaw became
thehunter and youonce againthehunted. Youfought with
everythinginyou,triedto makethemrealisethatyou were
thevictim,thatyouwere pushed by circumstances,butthey
gaveyoua lifesentence…said you’d killeda man.
But only you knewitwasn’t a manyou hadkilled. Itwas a
beast,ananimal,readyto pounce onthe firstthingthat
passed by.Itwasn’t amanwhose lifeyouhad taken,itwas

4. themonster who had runaway withyour innocence. You’d
triedtodo everyone a favour,wipe out themenace,butno;
theyhad to callitpremeditatedmurder.Servicetothe
communitywould have beenabettercharge but theyhad to
condemnyou likethecriminalhe was.
Solikethe strong womanyouare,you braveditall-head up,
chinup,fakesmile.Youletthem callyou amurderer.
Listenedcalmly as theypaintedhimas thevictimand
reduced youtohis level. Theycalled youthe monster yetall
youdidwas try tolivewith thescars hecraftedonto youthe
bestway youknew how. Youheld your head highwhen you
walked through thejail-gates.Braved thesentence,one day
ata time.Andinthe process oftryingto survive withinthe
prisonwalls, you becamethehunter and thehunted.