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Written by Chibuzor Iwobi<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Reminiscing about that night forced me to sit back and think for long time. The images had scarred me for life and it wasn\u2019t something I enjoyed sharing. There were thoughts swirling through my mind that even my high school sweetheart did not know about. I had made up my mind to go to the grave with my secret.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cAlfred?\u201d Ahmed called, tugging my arm. I heard his voice but I was not in the\u00a0right\u00a0mental state to respond to him. I kept staring at the ground, waiting for it to open up and swallow me.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cLeave him be,\u201d The Chief said to Ahmed. \u201cIt\u2019s unimportant.\u201dAhmed opened his mouth to reply The Chief. Upon the realization it was not a good idea, he shut it and bore a disgruntled look on his face.\u00a0The Chief patted me on my shoulder and took his leave, I didn\u2019t move.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cYou know I can\u2019t help you if you do not tell me what is going on, bro,\u201d Ahmed continued fishing into my past. After about 30 minutes of thinking, I entered the house and Abisola was still sobbing in Angie\u2019s arms. I took a moment to look at them and I got lost.\u00a0How had my life come to this?<\/i>\u00a0I was sure to be charged\u00a0with\u00a0murder, and my best friends\u2019 killer was still on the loose. His father was kidnapped, our families distraught, my future clouded just like the skies outside.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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What could I do?<\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I knew in my heart that nobody present in the room at that point was safe and I needed to make a decision quickly.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cWhat\u2019s happening, baby?\u201d Angie mouthed to me.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cNothing dear, everything is alright,\u201d I replied, managing to lift the corners of my mouth for a passable smile. I don\u2019t know why I bothered though, she knew I was lying. I was about to leave the living room when Abisola raised her head and our eyes collided, hers were red from all the crying.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cHave you eaten anything today, Abisola?\u201dI asked.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cHow will that bring my father back?\u201d She replied, fiercely.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cHow will your father react, after I have rescued him, to the the news that his daughter died of hunger?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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She smiled for a millisecond.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cDo you think you can get him back?\u201d She asked.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I walked to where she sat and took my seat besides her, holding her hand.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cIf it\u2019s the last thing I do,\u201d I replied with a soft but strong voice, trying to sound as convincing as possible.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cAnd how are you going to do that, Alfred?\u201d Ahmed asked, still seeking for the truth. \u201cHow? What are you not telling us?\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cNot now, Ahmed,\u201d I responded, trying to shut him down. \u201cLet\u2019s talk later.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cWhat is he talking about?\u201d Angie asked<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cI am your partner, you shouldn\u2019t hide things from me,\u201d Ahmed continued. I was starting to get tired of his persistent perusing.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cI am not hiding! Stop pestering me or I will throw you the hell out!\u201d I commanded, my voice so loud that its echo lasted seconds later.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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But Ahmed wasn\u2019t fazed. \u201cThen why were you and Chief acting dodgy?\u201d He replied, his tone sounding angrier but less aggressive.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I did not back down either. \u201cIt is none of your business!\u201d I shouted, again, this time rising to my feet, looking him straight in the eyes.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cBut it is if it is connected to the abduction of her father!\u201d Ahmed pushed.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cAlfred?\u201d Abisola called me, with a soft low voice. \u201cIs it true? Please tell us if it has to do with dad. It may be something I may be able to help with. Please.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I looked away in fear and shame. Her eyes were bright red and she looked pale and weak. She looked\u00a0at\u00a0me as if I held the key to her life, I couldn\u2019t bear to look at her. To reveal this part of me I tried to hide for so long would change the way everyone would see me. It would change my life completely. Tears rolled down my cheeks slowly.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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A tear came down my left cheek as I was about to talk. \u201cI am sorry. I truly am.\u201d I said sobbing.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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From nowhere, my daughters ran out to hug me and that only made things worse for my feelings. \u201cDaddy, please stop crying.\u201d They begged.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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The more they continued with their pleas, the faster the tears rolled down my cheeks.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cI am so sorry,\u201d I continued.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cDaddy, we forgive you.\u201d They said in unison.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cI love you, that is what I need you to know.\u201d I said, kissing both of them on their foreheads.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Angie got up, took the girls away and returned not too long after.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Ahmed, Abisola and Angie said nothing but stared, waiting for me to break the silence. I looked at all of them one last time before I started with my story fully knowing their views of me would change drastically.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cEight years ago,\u201d I said, \u201cI was the man of the house at a very young age, a lot of burden on my shoulders and I could feel them compress me, taking an unending toll on me. It honestly was not easy and then maybe I got married too early because I was scared to lose the love of my life. Being a policeman only compounded my problems and my fears and I couldn\u2019t say a word to you, Angie, because I was scared you would lose faith in me. As you know, I became a policeman for one sole purpose, and that was to catch my sister\u2019s killer. I thought I did years ago but apparently he is still out there. He is the same person who killed Tina, Sam, your mother and James too.\u201d I said looking at Abisola.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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She gasped in shock, so did Angie too.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cI told James everything I was going through, we talked and talked. He believed I got married way too early and should have given the idea more thought and time. Now, I do not intend to destroy James memory but it cannot be helped. To help me get my mind of things, he insisted I engage in his frivolous activities. Most of the nights I said I was working, I spent it on campus with James, his friends and a battalion of female associates. I was too scared to join in, at first, so I just watched. They did all sorts that I am even ashamed to admit till today.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Angie had her hands over her mouth.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cI felt like the modern day Job because everything was going wrong for me, every single thing. It was the same period I pulled my trigger for the first time. To add fuel to the\u00a0already burning fire within me, overwhelmed\u00a0by my emotions, I sank deeper into the abyss James pulled me into. There, I was able to forget my pain and sorrows and I had fewer nightmares. I indulged in drugs with James and his boys, and saw a side of me I still do not recognize till today. I slept with girls and never had I felt so alive. The rush was good, it helped me forget everything until\u2026until\u00a0a very terrible night\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I took a deep breath, almost forcing myself to exhale. I looked up to see their eyes glued to my face. I saw the pleas in Angie\u2019s eyes begging me to stop but I had already gone too far. She was\u00a0heartbroken.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Unfortunately, that would be the best emotion she\u2019d feel after this.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cThere were two friends James and I had taken a liken to. They were 17 and remarkably beautiful. We spent more time with them than we did with any of the other girls. It felt like it was getting serious to the extent that even their friends knew us as their boyfriends. Efe and Halima.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I paused, a subconscious ghostly smile emerged at the memory of the darker times.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cOne drunken night, James, the girls and I drove off campus in search for something that I cannot remember. On the way, our car hit something. We thought it was an animal but to be sure, we stepped out and to our surprise it wasn\u2019t. It was the cutest girl you could have ever seen, less than 10 years old. Efe ran to her aid and to our shock, she fainted on getting there. We ran to her aid, only to see what made her faint; the little girls head was almost off her body. Halima, shaking herself, shook Efe aggressively, to wake her up. James took Halima to the car and I carried Efe into it. Being unsure of what to do, James and I talked it over. We decided the best thing for us to do was to dispose of the body. There was a shovel in the boot of the car, so we began digging a large hole in the ground. One of us dug while the other took watch. Noticing we were spending an awful amount of time. Halima ran to us.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d<\/i><\/b>\u00a0She shouted. \u201cYou\u2019re going to bury her?\u201d<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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James grabbed her and closed her mouth with his hand.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cWe are taking care of this,\u201d<\/i><\/b>\u00a0James whispered into her ears.<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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She wriggled free of his hold.<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cWhat? No! No! We cannot. The police\u2026.they should know. This is wrong,<\/i><\/b>\u201d\u00a0She continued, shouting.<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cI am a police officer, Halima. Calm down,\u201d<\/i><\/b>\u00a0I pleaded assertively.<\/i><\/b>
\n<\/i><\/b>\u201cI don\u2019t believe you. Liar!\u201d She shouted.<\/b><\/i>
\n<\/b><\/i>\u201cCalm down, please. Don\u2019t draw attention to us,\u201d I replied.<\/b><\/i>
\n<\/b><\/i>\u201cI can\u2019t do this, I just can\u2019t.\u201d<\/b><\/i>
\n<\/b><\/i>\u201cHalima,\u201d James called. \u201cHe is an officer of the law, he will report this in late. Not now.\u201d<\/b><\/i>
\n<\/b><\/i>I nodded.<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\n<\/i><\/b>\u201cWhy call the police when one is here with you? Everything will be fine,\u201d\u00a0<\/i><\/b>I showed her my badge, managing to subdue her.<\/b><\/i><\/p>\n

She gave a sharp look at James who nodded in agreement. I put my hands on her arms, gripping her tight.<\/b><\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cOkay. Okay. Okay,\u201d<\/i><\/b>\u00a0She repeated monotonously as she went back to the car.<\/b><\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cAs we lifted the body again, James caught sight of Halima picking something up from the car. She then closed the door, looked down and walked away from the car.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cWhat is she doing?\u201d<\/i><\/b>\u00a0James asked.<\/b><\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cOh my God, No!\u201d<\/i>\u00a0I exclaimed.<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cHurriedly, We put down the body and James went after her and once she saw him coming, she took to her heels.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I paused to take in a deep breath because my hands trembled as I recanted the story.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cWe ran after her, but we were a second too late.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cWe killed her\u2026\u201d\u00a0She shouted on the phone but was interrupted by a diving tackle from James.<\/b><\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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I took another pause as my eyes got wet and tears rolled my cheeks.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cGet off me! Murderers!\u201d<\/i><\/b>\u00a0She screamed.\u00a0\u201cMurderers!\u201d\u00a0<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n


\n<\/b>\u201cJames was doing a poor job keeping her quiet and I had to act fast or else we would have been caught. I found a rock by the side of the road and repeatedly\u00a0rammed it into her head\u2026 I\u2026 We\u2026 We were lucky we were in a very quiet and secluded area, although a few people should have heard our noise, no one came out.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cWhat did you just do?\u201d\u00a0James cried, terrified.<\/b><\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cDo you want to go to jail?\u201d\u00a0I asked.<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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He shook his head as he paced back and forth.<\/b><\/i><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cWh-wh-what\u2026 are we going to do now?\u201d\u00a0He asked.<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cGet rid of the bodies.\u201d<\/i>\u00a0I replied James.<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cJesus!\u201d Abisola screamed, with her hands over her mouth. With my head cowered in shame and disgust because I could not look any of them in the eyes,\u00a0I continued.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cWe lifted their bodies into the boot of the car and drove away to a safe location to dispose of them.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cWhat about Efe?\u201d\u00a0James asked<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cI do not know yet, one at a time,\u201d<\/i>\u00a0I replied him.<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cWith Efe still passed out in the car, we disposed of the bodies in graves we dug.\u201d<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cYou bastard!\u201d Angie sprang to her feet, running towards me.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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Ahmed pulled her back as she sunk her nails into my face. I did nothing as I felt I deserved the backlash and even more. She fired more backlash at me. Rained endless words of insults on my head. I deserved it.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u201cNow, what are we going to do with Efe?\u201d<\/i>\u00a0James asked again, still terrified, as we walked back to the car.<\/i><\/b><\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0\u201cTo\u00a0our utmost surprise, she was not there anymore. She was nowhere to be found.\u201d<\/p>\n

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