My Wedding Night… Part 9

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By 8am the next day, my brother showed up with my old father and detective Jeremiah. They all look very serious and tired. My heart bled as i saw tears form in my old man’s eyes.

“my darling you shouldn’t be here” he breathed painfully. I forced out a smile to assure him that i was alright.

“don’t worry sir, we are coming close to solving this case. I’m working round the clock to make sure i solve the puzzles in the case. In no time your daughter will be out of here” the detective said to him.

“Officer please tell us what you have gotten so far. Tell us how far you have gotten” my brother asked anxiously.

“you know it isn’t in our conduct to be revealing our investigations to people but nevertheless i will tell you guys how far i have gotten” he answered, while my brother nodded desperately.

“i worked on this case all through the night and i came to a conclusion that two people were involved in the murder. Moreover one of the security men in the house admitted seeing a white lady head to the garden at the exact time the crime might have been committed” he revealed while i jumped up hopefully.

“you should arrest the lady right away, isn’t the testimony enough to vindicate me?” i asked breathlessly. The detective shook his head and looked down.

“i’m sorry but it isn’t enough. The security man admitted seeing a woman head to the garden. He never said he saw her kill your husband, moreover the knife cut in your husband’s chest was strong and deep. I doubt if any lady can strike so hard. A lady equally can’t be able to drag your husband’s body from the garden to his bedroom unless of course she was assisted. The fracture on his noise equally brought up another fact that the murderer might have sneaked from behind, strongly cut off his breathe by covering his nose and mouth with one hand while burying the knife in his chest. Something a woman will find very hard to do. Anyway we are still running DNA tests which will help us put more things together” he concluded, while i sighed with desperation.

“c’mon can’t you just drill the woman that was spotted at the scene instead of wasting the time we don’t have. Who is the woman, who is she?” i asked curiously. The officer shrugged.

“the security man unfortunately couldn’t identify her. According to him all the white women in the house that night looked the same to him” he answered, shook hands with my brother and left.

My father came forward and stared at me for some seconds, tears blinding his vision.
“i’m going to the village today. I’m going to visit the only living soothsayer in our clan. He can reveal the murderer for us” he informed me slowly. I couldn’t believe my ears.

“dad noooo, you can’t do that. You can’t abandon your Christian believe for my sake. You are a strong catholic dad. It hasn’t gotten to that” i pleaded.

“i can’t sit, watch and do nothing. Your mother barely managed to survive the night. I must do something, i’m still the head and protector of my family” he said strongly. I bit my lips and looked at my brother for support, but all he did was just shrug.
It was obvious they had all agreed on it before visiting me.

To be continued.

by Leo April 29, 2017

Laraba Episode 2

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Episode 2

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The clock ticked 11:45pm. The town was in thick darkness. He puffed out large volume of air as he verified the time on his wrist watch. His face gleamed with joy— the town was already at sleep. Even the silence and darkness could make a blind man know it was just some minutes to twelve. It was a dead night for him.
A good night to kill. – A good night to eat.
He had stationed himself there since 10 Pm. It was a derelict part of the town. He initially picked the area as good lieu to carry out his savagery. Locksley had been a cloistered area dominated by the minorities. A good place where a whole lot of brutalities could be carried out without being curbed .A lot of vicious acts had been carried out there afore without any one to probe or check. He thought and to him, it was a perfect place to kill.
He needed it today. He had tried enough to suppress the urge for a week, but now he just couldn’t endure any longer. He had grown weak; his body now ached while his countenance had turned forlorn and so it was palpable that he was famished. And nothing could sated him more than what he had envisaged to get tonight. He hadn’t tasted it for a whole week. Now he had to feed. Did I say food? I meant drink. He hadn’t tasted his drink for a week. His drink that obviously gave him the dearth his forlorn body lacked.
He hadn’t tasted blood!
Fine! He never wanted to do this actually. He never wanted to kill. He never wanted to take a life before he could quench his hunger. He tried to stop once but it was not working. He couldn’t satisfy his pungent thirst, unfortunately there was nothing he could do. He had tried to abstain from it a whole week, but the urge kept gnawing in him; the thirst to drink again kept suppressing his resolution of not feeding on humans again. But at some point, especially when the urge kept arousing, he discarded the resolution thinking it is normal to feed on humans just as it appears normal for humans to feed on varieties of animals and vegetables. Every species has different ways of surviving, so he blamed himself for being stupid to come up with such crazy resolution.
He was going to feed and feed till he has nothing to feed on anymore which is utterly impossible.
“As long as you love me, we could be starving, we could be homeless, we could be broke …” That was a ringtone of a phone from a passer-by still at long distance away. That song sounded familiar though–that was Justin Biebers, his girlfriend’s favourite song.
Regina had played the song octillion of times into his ear. He had lost count of the times she even played it the same afternoon when she came visiting. Poor little pretty princess was not aware he was a vampire!
He really loved the girl so much, and he was happy the girl did too. But he always had this horrid feeling that they would not last. Perhaps it was because of his supernaturalism. It sometimes took him more strength to control his nature around her especially when his eyes mistakenly caught a sight of blood. He wondered what would ever happened if he transformed in her presence.
He swished a laud breath.
Anyways, that was story for another day. He smirked. He felt happiness engulfing him remembering his next victim was approaching.
His next meal actually. The frosted cold night smeared on his face, he used his palm to rub it away applying a kind of heat through the friction. He needed to stay alert. He must not flop.
He heard the steps getting nearer, his victim steps sounded like someone shambling along.
He couldn’t wait to have his fill. To quench his malefic urge. To devour. He shook his head dolefully to render his condolence to his next victim in advance. ‘R.I.P to you; may your sorry soul rest in peace.’ His thought rustled.
“Good Lord kindly forgive me, I don’t want to do this, but you know VAMPIRE must SURVIVE!” His prayer sounded more like simper. He didn’t want to do it candidly, he was tired of killing, but his nature wouldn’t allow him to be. He got to survive! So he couldn’t stop feeding on impeccant human’s blood.
What a pity for his past, present and future victims.
Now his next meal was just about 20 feet away.
He could perceive the scent. She was a female.
Her cologne wafted into his nostril. He touched his nose and seeped in more quantity of the scent to decipher, he swore he knew the name of the fragrance. ‘Charlie Enchant’ he whispered to himself. A familiar deodorant he couldn’t remember where his nose tasted it.
Well thank God, it would be a lot easier to handle a female compared to a man. Men could be rigid, and that could cost more hassle between them. He was not ready for such at that moment. All he needed was a peaceful meal.
12 feet away, his fang had manifested, his claws too was already recrudesced, both giving him the look of a bad type of a crustacean. It was so obvious he didn’t want to do it. He didn’t want to kill again yet his urge kept pushing and he was tired of chastising it. Tired of depriving his body ecstasies of human’s blood—the basic requisite for vampire’s survival.
Just 6 feet more, he had started drooling, he couldn’t wait to pounce on his victim and quench his hunger. He used his claw to clutch the wall, so as to blend with the thick darkness.
The stark night was even aiding—nobody would notice him, let the eyeballs be as big like that of Arinze or Empress, they would see nada.
Only the beam of light could give out his silhouette in his which of course was momentarily absent.
Yap! His food had finally arrived.
“Thud!!” He pounced on her like a hungry tigress that had been starved for decades and finally got a glimpse of food.
“Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeelllllp Meeeeeeee” A lady’s voice shrieked loud, upsetting the silence of the night, trying hard to fight and rescue herself from the bloody impish predator.
Unfortunately, all the efforts attempted to gain her freedom were not match to her predator’s intensity. To her it, it seemed her predator was somewhat like a wrestler. A professional combatant. It soon dawned on her that she already lose the battle. She receded, accepted her fate and embraced her death bravely.
What a pity.
After he pounced on her with a great thud, he had used his left hand to grip her head, then his right hand to hold her shoulder firmly, twitching it to make it comfortable for his fang to do the bite on her neck. He never wanted her to feel any pain, everything should be less excruciated.
“I am sorry for this.” He whispered as he opened his fanged mouth to bite.
“Jake, are you? You don’t kill me!” His victim’s voice yowled more like a command to a whimper which of course halted his move.
That voice sounded familiar again. First it was a ringtone of his girlfriend; second it was a deodorant- ‘Charlie Enchant’ and now a voice. His thought was becoming grounded and getting him so much uncomfortable.
“Who are you?” He grunted lividly, head still bent to his victim’s nuchal, with mouth salivating like a dog. He couldn’t wait to devour.
“It’s me Regina, your girlfriend” His victim answered wearily. “So you are a monster, Jake?” she slurred getting him more peeved with the remark. He felt perplexed. His long-time girlfriend whom he had tried to hide his vampirism from happened to be his next victim.


To Be Continued 

by Leo April 29, 2017

My Wedding Night… Part 8

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“seriously i don’t think things that happened when we were dating has anything to do with his death, believe me” i said slowly. The officer simply folded his hands and breathed deeply.

“nothing is hidden under the sun for long. Sooner or later i still will find out, so i believe it’s in your best interest to tell me all i need to know” he pushed with a smile.
I battled with myself one more time before making up my mind to open up.

“Damian was stealing from the company. He was doing it with a colleague in the records department. I found out about the whole deal three weeks into our relationship but couldn’t do anything apart from confront him. He ended up convincing me to keep quiet, equally promising to marry and take me to his home country. His plan was to get me established over there. I was a woman in love with a whole lot to gain. Of course i kept quiet and helped him steal more. He kept his word and married me, only to die before fulfilling the last part of his promise. Now what has that got with his death??” i poured out with tears.

“and the colleague in question, do you think he has a hand in his death?” he asked curiously.

“of course not, they had seperate accounts and divided proceeds evenly. No he is much more valuable alive than dead to the man” i answered seriously.

“well in a murder case we don’t rule out any possibility until the crime is solved. I admire your honesty. You bravely confessed being an accomplice to another crime. I appreciate and will keep my promise by watching your back. It should interest you to know that your husband might have been murdered in his garden, we saw some drops of blood down there, which now gives us two crime scenes” he said while i gasped with shock.

“yea Damian loved smoking and probably went to the garden to heat off while i slept, but how the hell did he get back to the bed, if he was killed in there?” i asked with disbelief.

“it’s time to go to your cell my dear. I’ll permit you to keep your phone. Just pray something new never comes out to incriminate you further, as for now the lastest discovery works on your side” he added with a cold smile, got up and led me to a quiet cell where I had the most terrying night ever.
I kept seeing my dead husband all through that night. Oh it was one nasty experience.

Dear friends, I spent the second night after my wedding in a police cell. What can be more horrible than such fate??

To be continued..

by Leo April 29, 2017

My Wedding Night… Part 7

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On getting to the police headquarters, i was taken to the detective’s office where i stayed and nervously waited for him while he entered another office with the white lawyer.

He came in about fifteen minutes later, smiling calmly.
“i’m really sorry things got so bad as to bring you back here. Your husband’s family are trying everything possible to make you pay, but don’t worry, investigation has commenced. I’m already working on a theory. You should also know that i have seized the travelling passports of every one of them that spent the night in that house. You shouldn’t worry about anything, the culprit will be caught. I equally had a good cell prepared for you” he said seriously, while tears dropped from my eyes. I couldn’t imagine myself spending the night in a police cell no matter how comfortable it was made to look.

“one more thing. I need to hear the whole truth from you since you want me by your side. That’s all i ask” the officer added curiously, drawing out another shock from me.

“what do you mean by the whole truth?” i gasped, while he smiled.

“you see, that’s one problem with Nigerian women. You all like keepings secrets even in a terrible condition. You have a cop trying to help you, the least you can do is to come out clean with him. I spoke with some of your colleagues today and their answers were quite shocking. Most of them said that your relationship and marriage to late Damian wasn’t ordinary. So you got to tell me things i need to know since you want me by your side” he pushed on while i swallowed hard and fought with myself.
The officer wanted me to open up something well buried in my heart, a secret i told no one.
“How do i go about it?” i wondered.

“i know you didn’t commit the murder but you have to help me unravel many things. What made Damian marry you so quickly, you guys had just a short Romance and Mr Damian i was told messed up a lot of ladies in the company before getting to you. Something made him marry you??, don’t tell me it was love, i have reason to believe something else was involved, even after the threats and reports you got, never for a moment did you guys quarrel. Please don’t use the love bullshit on me. I need the truth?” he pushed on seriously.

There wasn’t any doubt the officer did a good background check on me but digging deep into my relationship with Damian was only going to deteriorate matters for me. Some things are better left buried and unsaid but looking at his eyes, i saw curiousity and eagerness to know all about the hidden truth..

To be continued.

by Leo April 29, 2017

Laraba Episode 1

Episode 1


Ryan Jericho, some knew him as the most powerful
original vampire of all time, while some knew him as
a werewolf; but I said the best word to convey the
ambiguous nature of Ryan Jericho was to call him –a
Hybrid! He was a half vampire and half werewolf.
Everything about him patently frothed nothing but
supernatural!—and not even a trace of gnomish-sized
humanity could be found in him.
Oh well, even though Ryan Jericho’s similitude didn’t
come close to humans—still; under his raw
supernaturalism la!d a good heart, a very fragile and
beautiful heart filled with a lot of virtue and
benignancy. As a matter of fact, if benignancy could
be measured with gross tons—then ten thousand tons
would still be a blatant lie to depict the weight of his
benignancy.
However, Ryan Jericho didn’t just arrive to become a
hybrid or a supernatural being. He was born as
human; bred as human; nurtured up as human and
fledged as human. It was however an unwavering
circumstances that made him moult away his
mortality to become the most powerful supernatural
creature on earth.
It all started when a very huge timber wolf stormed
the town many years ago to accomplish no other task
than to kill, to steal, and to destroy. The extremely
aggressive animal had poured all its attention on
shredding to smidges everyone residing in the town.
Just like an ultimate invasion—the wolf invaded
countless of homes every night to devour harmless
people while they slept. The town folks had always
retired to sleep every night with a dreaded hope of
making it till next day. And whenever the lucky ones
woke up safely and sound the next day; they were
always greeted a ‘bad morning’ with torrid sight of
pool of blood sluiced on every terrace and corner of
the town. The blood would always be from the
carcass of victims from this tyrant predator. The
animal really enjoyed it tirade—slamming everybody
into self-durance because, they had psychologically
assumed ‘the fear of wolf was the beginning of their
wisdom.’ The fear they had, had subconsciously
arrested their freedom and turned their home into a
gaol.

Hereafter a solution arrived, but it was a futile one.
After the townsfolk got tired of living their life in
revere of a brute animal which was not ready to
scram in time soon; then they decided to assemble
able men to hunt the animal down.
This men that were thewed assembled themselves
with the aim of hunting the predator but
unfortunately, none of them was able to come back
give a bitter tale of how they lost their lives on a
mission of acquiring heroism.— the battle between
humans and wild timber wolf ended on a more
catastrophe note. It was apparent the animal would
have enough body to gloat on after the end of the
battle.
Seeing no other way to kill this animal; the remaining
town folks plodded back to their state of frightfulness.
But not long after; a utile solution emerged from a
very powerful female witch who just arrived at the
town to find solace. This witch— Alzarius, who was
so dextrous in the use magic, finally found a solution
on how to put an end to the marauder rubbing away
the innocent life of the people.
Alzarius concluded the brute was nothing close to
ordinary—hence the reason why ordinary men could
not stop it. Thewed and herculean men would
certainly get defeated when faced with that kind of
brute. Now, the only solution being suggested by the
witch was using a particular spell known as ‘Spell of
Eden.’ This ‘Spell of Eden,’ was a dangerous spell
that could only be used as the last backup to save a
flawed plan because of it grievous consequences.
Now, this spell had to be used to build a supernatural
being who would face the wolf in the next battle, and
the best way to accomplish that was turning human
being into a lamiae. This lamiae tended to possess
more than enough strength to face the wolf and kill
the brutal beast. On hearing this, everyone abstained
from being a lamiae.
Especially when the witch told them that there was
only a little chance of returning the hero back to
human form if by mistake he got bitten by the wolf.
The wolf’s toxin could do a pretty-bad whacking
damage on vampirism.

When nobody volunteered to be transformed into a
vampire to face the predator on the hunt of their lives,
Ryan Jericho did. Ryan volunteered to be turned into
a Lamia just to kill the wolf and quickly shed away
the vampirism to return back to his human form.
Even though the peril of what he was about to do
kept peeking at him—Ryan Jericho refused to be
unfazed. His determination to rescue his people
impelled him to surrender to the spell of Eden.
Thus how Ryan Jericho became the first Original.
(The Original has always been a locution for a
vampire who doesn’t go through the bit e from
another vampire to attain their vampirism. And it
always come with colossal attribute of being able to
compel other vampires just as easy as they could
compel humans–they also remained the strongest
and fastest vampires of all time)
So Jericho became the Original vampire after the spell
of Eden had been casted on him. Then he went ahead
to face the timber wolf. The war between the vampire
and the wolf went too extremely gory but alas! The
vampire won.

Ryan killed the wolf ending the predator with fatal
bites from him. Ryan got victory! He became the hero
of the day and a multiple life saver. But unfortunately
his victory was tinged when he found out that there
was small volume of venom in his body from the
wolf’s bite. His victory was short-termed because
there was no way of becoming human again.
Furthermore Ryan was going to die if the witch didn’t
find a solution. The solution that entailed casting
another spell to cure the lesion incurred by the wolf’s
toxin. Ryan couldn’t object to that, so he decided to
go through the spell to become human again. But just
as it was known, the spell of Eden was brutal. After
Ryan went through the other spell–the lesion was
healed but the toxin had already fused with the
vampire blood inside of him consuming half of his
vampirism. That had sledged him to being a half wolf
and a half vampire. Making him a very powerful
hybrid.

Something at first Jericho contemned very much.
Being unable to explore human attributes again in his
supernatural theurgy had punted him into a state of
depression for days. He hated being vampire! He
hated being a werewolf! Just as how much he hated
how he had been transubstantiated into a
supernatural. However Jericho later learnt how to
accept the way he was after much unavailing
rummaged over antidote to turn him back to human
being. He found out that becoming human again was
very dangerous to his life and moreover he couldn’t
meet the requirement. So he accepted his fate and
learnt to adore his supernaturalism with a vow to use
the artful gift to save humanity.
But what Ryan Jericho did not know was what the
future had in store for him. Especially when he found
love in the heart of a fragile mortal lady in which fate
would haul at his way in the future. The future hued
in sodding-mystery and wrenching dilemma and most
especially what he dreaded the most in his lifetime.

To Be Continued

by Leo April 28, 2017

My Wedding Night… Part 6

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As we got up to leave, i passionately pleaded to the detective to help me out.

“seriously i have no hand in my husband’s death. You have to help me. You have to do something” I pleaded desperately.

“as long as you are innocent, you have no problem with me. I’m a good cop. I promise to get to the bottom of this case” The middle aged officer promised while my brother smiled with relief.

“now you are talking officer. Don’t let them intimidate or stop you from doing the right thing” he advised as they shook hands.

On our way out of the force headquarters, my brother held me on the shoulder and whispered in my ear.

“you have to be strong my dear. Everything happens for a purpose. Please you have to be strong when facing our parents , they are very devastated” he begged quietly while more tears fell from my eyes. I really didn’t know how to face my old parents, especially mum who braved her sickness to witness my wedding ceremony.
Nevertheless, we first headed to Damian’s house after leaving the police headquarters in order to pick up my things, but on getting to the house, we were stopped by four policemen who told us that they had orders not to allow anyone pick up even a pin from the house.

“madam this place is now a crime scene. You can come back tomorrow to pick your things. As for now we have orders not to allow anybody pick up anything from the house” one of the officers said, leaving me speechless.

“i think it’s a good development. A piece of evidence might still by lying around who knows. The police are really correct with this decision” My brother’s lawyer said in agreement. And so we had no choice than to turn back and head to my brother’s house where every member of my family was waiting for me. It really was such a painful scene as every one of them cried on sighting me, especially my poor mother who sobbed uncontrollably.

“this marriage was just a huge mistake. oh no” she cried painfully.

However another big development occurred at exactly 5pm when detective Jeremiah showed up once again with a team of policemen and a white man who looked like a lawyer to arrest me.

“i’m sorry, the order came from the I.G’s office. It has nothing to do with me” he said as a handcuff was thrown round my wrists, putting my entire family into another wave of shock.
My brother as usual tried to defend me by creating a scene but had to shut up when the white lawyer threatened to arrest him as an accomplice in the murder charge I was facing.

“don’t worry, I will protect you” the detective whispered to my ear as he led me away.

This time, there wasn’t anything to save me from cooling off in a police cell.

To be continued

by Leo April 25, 2017

My Wedding Night… Part 5

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As soon as i got to the police station, I called my elder brother who couldn't believe all i told him.

“hold on tight my dear. I’ll be there shortly” he assured me.

I was quickly led to an office where i was asked to write a statement, which i nervously did while Damian’s two cousins who came with me kept talking to each other. After writing all i knew on the note book, a female officer showed up to question me. I tried my best to convince her.

“just look at me. How possible do you think a Nigerian girl would murder a husband taking her out of the country to celebrate their marriage?. I didn't do it. One of them did. You got to help me” i begged. She shrugged and shook her head.

“of course i believe you. You have no reason to kill him but you see i’m just an ordinary officer taking orders from my superiors, anyway i believe my boss. S.P Jeremiah will know how to handle your case. He’s a good man and a crime expert” she assured me.

My brother showed up minutes later with his Lawyer who quickly took over my case. I told them all i knew and the events that happened after i discovered the dead body. My brother was totally shocked.

“don’t worry my dear. I know this is going to be a tough case. I smell the American Embassy getting involved but be rest assured that i will go any length to prove your innocence, even if it means getting experts from abroad. I have friends who can examine the case and get results” he promised seriously. I breathed deeply and hugged him, thanking God for giving me a wealthy and intelligent brother.

Officer Jeremiah soon showed up at his office and requested for our presence. Damian’s cousins officially accused me before him, asking that i should be detained but my brother’s lawyer intervened quickly.

“officer i hope you know everyone that passed the night in that house is a suspect?. They all had access to the bedroom, anyone of them could have committed the crime. If you guys are going to detain my client without proper evidence and reason. You equally should detain all the people present that night, else i will be the person to file a lawsuit against the police, after all none of them can come forward to testify seeing my client murder her husband” the lawyer threatened, putting the officer in a tight position.

“fine i’m not going to detain her, but you will have to sign a document which places her in your custody. This is a murder case” the officer said strongly, while my brother’s lawyer nodded in acceptance, Damian’s cousins protested.

The document was signed in no time and i was free to go.
“we are also getting a court permit which will enable us get our own team of investigators and go through the case. We are not going to take any chances” my lawyer said to the officer who shrugged and smiled.

“this is bullshit, we are heading to the embassy” Damian’s cousins threatened and left with anger. It was obvious i had a long case ahead of me. Luckily i had a brother who equally had the means to defend me and catch the culprit….

To be continued.

by Leo April 24, 2017

My Wedding Night… Part 4

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I really can’t write how hurt and empty i was that fateful morning. I can’t describe how devastated i was nor how my heart bled. I was totally broken and dead.
I couldn’t even call my brother to tell him the bad situation i found myself. In fact my soul and my spirit ran away from me. I was just a shadow of myself. The devil just took time to urinate on my destiny.

Damian’s mother never bothered nor cared about my feelings, instead pulled out the knife from her son’s body when my cries brought her to the room and almost stabbed me with fury, screaming some incoherent words, until other members of the family came in and held her.

“i said it; nothing good ever comes out of Africa. She stabbed him, she probably did it in her sleep, or maybe it’s witchcraft. God save my soul” the old woman screamed and cried.

I simply sat beside the bed and cried out my heart. I was just like a cornered rat. I was simply in the midst of foreigners. In the midst of people who saw me as a second class animal or probably a gold digger.
None of them spoke to me nor asked how it all happened.

I barely had changed my night wear when an ambulance arrived with men from the force headquarters. Before i knew what was happening, i found myself at the back of a police SUV while the perpetrator of the crime walked freely, probably watching the unfolding events from a safe distance.
Another problem i had was that i didn’t know who to suspect nor accuse. They all looked the same to me. They were all a bunch of conspirators.

I felt like taking my life as the police took me away, because there wasn’t any need living again. I knew the justice system would easily convict and close the case than investigating.

“Who am i among a bunch of whites all accusing me of murder??”. I had nothing to prove my innocence. I was the only person in the room with Damian. The murder weapon which might have saved me through finger print test was already compromised by Damian’s mother.
My life was nothing but over. Kiri kiri prison awaited me with a dark smile.

How do i save myself?, how do i prove my innocence?.

I need solutions, please dear readers, help me out with clues on how to redeem myself.

To be continued.

by Leo April 24, 2017

My Wedding Night… Part 3

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I couldn’t believe my eyes, i couldn’t believe it was all real. I held him and looked around.

“no this can’t be happening” i breathed, trying hard to control myself. But it was all real, Damian was cold and still. He was dead for real.

“nooo” i sobbed quietly, wondering what to do, wondering the next step to take.
There was any doubt, i was about experiencing a very terrible twist in my life. Damian was definitely murdered by someone who was so desperate to destroy my happiness. I sat down on the floor while my mind flashed back to how i met my husband.

After Nysc, early the previous year. I came to Abuja to live with my elder brother who was a doctor in one of the city hospitals. He had no problem getting me a good job in a very popular construction company inside the city. Seriously i counted myself as a very lucky girl because i was the first to get a job among all my classmates and friends. I started work in Damian’s office as a secretary and that was when my life took a dramatic turn.

Damian who was my boss, a white and an American citizen quickly took interest in me. He was so sweet and caring but equally a womanizer. Everyone warned me to be careful. My colleagues advised me to be professional when dealing with him and never give in to his demands, which i obeyed. But surprisingly he continued disturbing me, even after turning him down so many times. The more i turned him away, the more bolder he got.
This continued until i finally gave in to him.

We had a very sweet relationship that soon became the talk of the town. As our relationship progressed, i starting getting threats from his old girlfriends both in Nigeria and abroad, but it never stopped me from giving up on him.
Three months into the relationship, he proposed to me and met my people, drawing another shock from everyone, especially the white community.

Our marriage was quickly fixed and i insisted for it to be done in Nigeria because of my family and friends which he accepted without hesitation.

Damian’s mother, family members and friends arrived the country two days to our wedding. I had a very long talk with his mum and cousins who all tried to be nice to me even though the resentment on their faces were noticeable.

The church wedding and reception went very well. Damian really spared no cost in organising the whole show. We planned travelling to Dubai the next day for our honeymoon, which made us spend our first night as husband and wife in his big house where almost all his family members and friends slept.

Anyone of them could have crept into the room as we slept and struck him, but there wasn’t any doubt i would be the major suspect….

“Oh no” i wailed with a loud voice, drawing the attention of everyone in the house. Within minutes, almost every member of the white community was in Damian’s house.
It was as if they were all waiting for such news….

I couldn’t believe i was married only for one night….

To be continued.

by Leo April 23, 2017