One of them was kind.
He offered me an ice when I said I was thirsty.
He called it a lolly.
The leader was so angry when he found out.
Funny little word.
Lolly, laugh out loudly.
My mother would be worried back in Zimbabwe.
I told her I'd call after two days.
Why then, I'll put you up now.
They think I'm Muslim.
They saw me talking to Bashir outside his mosque on Friday.
He was wearing traditional clothing.
They grabbed me when I was alone.
Stupid people.
I heard them arguing about who's going to behead me.
You do it.
No, it was your idea.
You English have no balls.
I've never watched a video like this.
I told them.
They made me watch footage for Western hostage
being beheaded.
They didn't believe that I'm a Christian.
Their first sight of me, black equals Muslim.
I even recited the Lord's prayer.
None of them knew it.
Heathens.
It appears they have no camera to film my death on.
The lowly man told me they'll still want more.
Well, that gives me another month,
so they can figure out how to use it.
Bashir drinks.
Jessica saw him in a club once.
Drunk.
I don't drink.
My father drank.
My mother used to steal money from his trousers
whilst he slept to buy us food.
You English drink too much.
Why?
The leader tried to make me drink cider.
When I refused, he said that it was proof.
I should have drank it.
I know that now.
Lolli, man.
There's no one here.
I told you he's got a way.
Lolli, man.
I will never understand you English.
