EPISODE 11
It’s already charged” he said with care, as he gave me the recorder
with little lecture on how to
use it. “here are the gloves as well.
You need no lecture on how to use them” he joked.
“please don’t disappoint me” he begged. I nodded, gave him a reassuring smile & alighted from his car. The detective was just a perfect gentleman.
“so what now?” my brother asked as I joined him in his car. “let’s go home first. I want to see mum” I answered quietly. He gave me a long look, licked his lips & drove me home without another word.
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10pm arrived much faster than I expected. I soon found myself at the back of my husband’s house with my heart pounding furiously while my eyes examined the fence as i prepared to scale it. Yea i was born & raised in the village among boys. I knew how to climb perfectly well. My only fear was on how to achieve my mission without being detected.
I surveyed the area for the last time, reached inside my black jacket & touched the pistol my
brother gave me minutes earlier.
"it has only one bullet. You are not going in there to shoot anybody but i'm giving it to you
because no knows what might happen when you get there" he said as he gave me the little
weapon, equally giving me a quick lesson on how to use it.
With one quick breathe, Ii scaled the fence, wounding as barbed wires tore my trouser. But
the injury was nothing compared to the wound in my heart. I pushed on, very determined to finish the task ahead. In no time i was at the backyard. I quickly
headed straight to the garden & stopped for a minute to take a look at the crime scene where
the detective believed my husband was murdered. Tears instantly fell from my eyes.
"Damian i believe you are watching. I know you are right here. I know a murdered spirit is always at the spot where his life was taken away. Yes i believe in it. I believe in superstition. I can't do
this without you. Please help me" I cried quietly, picked up myself and walked into the building with determination.
All the security lights were glaring as I made my way into the big house. But instead of being
caught with the help of the lights, I was guided to the guest rooms by the same wonderful lights.
However it really wasn't easy knowing the particular room to check. I had to start from the
first room downstairs, but luckily the first three rooms were locked, leaving me with no choice
than to move over to the fourth room. I slowly opened the door but the room was very dark
inside. I couldn't see anything.
I drew back to the corridor, closed the door & checked my recorder which was in good working
condition. I smiled with satisfaction, safely tucked it back into the breast pocket of my
jacket, pulled out a small touch light from my trouser & slowly walked into the room, flashing
my torch light.
"Who the heck is that?" a lady suddenly screamed from the bed, switching on the electric table lamp by her side, & revealing her face in the process. She was no other person than Esther Hardey. The lady I came looking for. I breathed deeply, drew back, locked the door & switched on the main lights of the room which equally revealed my face to the frightened lady.
"Oh shit, you?? You got to be kidding me" she instantly smiled on seeing my face, equally
regaining all her composure as if she was sure I wouldn't do anything to her. I quickly pulled out my gun from the jacket while she scoffed on seeing it.
"Oh please," she hissed, sat up on her bed, grabbed a stick of cigarette & lighted it.
"what the hell do you want?" she asked coldly
"You have to tell me how you did it or I swear, I will blow off your head right now. I didn't come
all the way here to laugh with you" I threatened seriously. Esther breathed deeply, stared at me
for some seconds before shrugging.
"Fine, sit down you will have your story," she said cautiously.
"don't worry about me, just talk" I pushed on harshly.
"but why the fuck do you want to know how your husband died?. Anyway here is your story. You
are still going down no matter what" she said with a smile, reached for the bottle of strong
wine by her side poured out a shot & gulped it all down.
"you Africans are very dumb. You are nothing but an opportunist. You deserve whatever that is
coming to you" she breathed fiercely.
"do you know that I've been with Damian since my childhood. We were together all through high
school and college. We were together till a silly friend of his dragged him to Africa. Everything
changed from that moment, but I still waited & hoped. Then what?" she stopped, shook her head, sucked on her cigarette & blew out thick clouds of smoke, equally studying me cautiously.
"I heard that a fucking black like you have gotten him completely off the hook. It was unbelievable.
I couldn't take it. I swore to ruin everything" she poured out while my hand trembled.
"I made plans with my cousin who agreed with me in everything. We all joined Damian's mother & her train.
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