The sky was all blue like the calm color of the sea.
The sun was friendly, and gave the noon breeze some time to flaunt her cool attire.
I had cried for weeks but I said to myself, " today is Thursday, I can't cry forever."
I was sitting on the wooden seat of the old swing in the compound.
Away from family who were all in the living room, cracking jokes and talking about happenings around the world.
I enjoyed watching the birds hop from one tree to the other. I was playing with my thick black braids, the one that mama Iyani made for me.
I was recounting past events, while pampering myself.
It was not the footsteps that stopped me from swinging so fast, but the person walking towards me.
Murrello was smiling and swinging his hands like a happy child that was seeing mama after a long time.
With my buttocks on the wooden seat that was held by flexible chains, which allowed me to go back and forth in either gentle or fast strides, I felt that tight knot in my chest again. It was the boiling hate, that I had tried to discard for months.
Instinct advised that I calmed my nerves but the pain in me, roared to life and I didn't know what voice to obey.
He approached me with such confidence like a farmer going to his plot of land, to do some weeding and planting.
I searched with my eyes to see if there was any stone around to break those legs with.
Legs he used to go chasing after other women. He always had himself sailing into several relationships here and there.
Murrello actually irritates me, and I was sure he was ignorant of that fact.
"My beautiful one, you are as appealing to me as the hot steam from Nigeria's Jollof rice."
He said with a smile. Same smile that once caused my stomach to rumble, making my knees weak, was the same smile, that made me fume with anger.
"It is a known fact Murrello, thank you."
He stared at me with those eyes, eyes that made me lose my mind all the time but today, they had no effect on me.
"Smile for me Abiki, I am here to make peace." He begged.
I hissed. Murrello was nothing but a cheap casanova, a liar and an annoying sweetheart but-
"What do you really want from me Murrello?!"
"Your voice is loud enough to take off a roof, don't be angry with me Abiki, I want charmer back."
Charmer is what we nick named the love that we shared. Murrello failed to understand that one must concentrate on watering a tree for it to grow.
I had loved Murrello in all ways that I have never loved before. We were really happy together.
The early months of our relationship was bliss, he introduced me as his girlfriend to any and everyone.
I actually felt loved because I didn't know that Murrello also introduced other ladies, as his girlfriends, to other persons who didn't really know me.
He started displaying some 'I don't care attitude' towards me, I said nothing but reciprocated his actions as well.
I was hurting and he had not even noticed because he was busy with other ladies, ladies that will never love him like I did.
It will take him time to realize this but one day, he'll come to understand.
I stared at his face. All that I could find was a man I had never really known, a man I had wanted to love till the end of time.
A man that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, but with tears in my eyes, I finally found my voice.
"I am sorry Murrello but charmer is dead."
by Joy Okwori, published 1 month ago
I was once imprisoned by words whose aura is darkness. I was held down in this prison by unfriendly forces, so I sat on a stool of uncertainty as I held the moon.
I crawled through the night with gritted teeth, like one with no hope. And I couldn't dance because shackles held my feet.
Yesterday was once, today doesn't make it twice. I breakout, I don't belong to prison; the Judge said so. I smelt like rotten tomatoes, frail from tireless torture.
The Judge beckoned with open arms, and I ran with the speed of light. My accusers didn't know what crime to nail me with. The Judge knew what currency to bail me with; the blood.
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by eli-smooth, published 2 months, 4 weeks ago
The ride down the empty hill felt like a deluge. Five people cramped into an old Peugeot 504. The car jolted its way down the rough terrain and with each sharp turn, their eyes narrowed with despair.
The driver was Kelechi, a 22 year old medical student who had joined the fraternity about a month ago. His low hanging beard chiseled into his sharp jaw-line. The scar that was above his eye gave him a menacing look.
“How could this happen?” He wondered as he drove through the rickety slope. His eyes squinted a little as he swerved to avoid a goat that had moved into their path. The sudden swerve forced the engine to quake mildly and shut down.
They all moved out into the open space.
Silence lingered for a while.
“What do we do now?” Simi asked. Her dark skin glistening under the low light of orange setting sun. She was a psychology student. Brilliant but edgy; unwilling to succumb to the wild stereotypes that followed the other women in her life.
“We do nothing; we just bury the body where no one can find it” Sam whispered coldly.
Leah winced and paced the space around them, sobbing gently as she walked from side to side. She seemed the most distraught of the five. She wondered how different the day before had been and wondered if her life would ever be the same.
But it was the fifth person who seemed the most odd.
His tattoos were visible under the sleeveless shirt he had on. A nose piercing marked him out from the rest of them. He barely talked as the others encircled the empty bushes around. He just leaned on the car and peacefully disappeared into his thoughts.
“We were only supposed to scare him” Simi lamented. Her voice seemed to echo a distant regret.
“I keep asking what happened and no one wants to tell me. We were all on the same plan but as soon as I turn to take a leak, I return and find a fucking dead body on the floor. What happened while I was gone?” Kelechi asked. He seemed to be screaming at everyone else.
“Is it that important? Would you rather not have the truth be a little subdued from your conscience now?” Goni, the boy with the tattoos whispered back at Kelechi. His voice was cold, almost haunting.
“I don’t know. I didn’t sign up for this.” Kelechi confessed.
“Oh, so you think we all woke up and planned a murder and you were the only person out of the loop?” Simi asked angrily.
Kelechi looked away. His hands shaking under the weight of his deepest thoughts.
Sam chuckled slyly as he watched Leah’s wandering theatrics. He seemed calmer than he was a few minutes ago.
“The truth is right here. Whatever we say it is” Sam cuts in. The others looked at him. He nodded. They all nod back except for Goni.
“We still haven’t answered the most pertinent question though. Who poisoned the little old chap?” He asked calmly.
“Does it matter, we all know he was a dwindling, two faced monster” Leah said.
She had stopped pacing and sobbing. She seemed calmer and her big round eyes cut into her beautiful face. Sam looked at her in admiration
“We all knew that, but we also knew that the idea was to scare him and not to murder. So who amongst us had the most reasons to murder him?” Goni asked.
They all went quiet. The few seconds left between their breaths built up a reckless angst. Leah stared at each of their faces. She wondered who amongst them fits the murder type best..
Sam was a nerd.
It was odd that the frat boys loved him but underneath his queer humor and deep lingering eyes, there was no reason to suspect that he could be a killer. Leah thought. Simi was mostly indifferent; capable of the mundane but also the awe inspiring moments. Her calculative mind set her apart as the most logical of the group.
Kelechi was by matter of chance, the only one that was unavailable when they witnessed the death.
Goni was the one who seemed the most vulnerable to accusations. He had fought with the dead boy just a few minutes before the boy broke into a fit. He seemed more dangerous than anyone else and he also seemed to be nonchalant about the corpse that lay in the trunk of the car that had just stopped.
The five of them stood in an arc as the trunk was slowly being opened. The three boys straddle the body and move it towards the empty path that led one into the bushes. The rustling of the leaves just in front of them stopped them in their tracks.
A Park ranger had his gun pointed at them. The boys surrendered and raised their hands. The Ranger looked on in surprise.
“Who killed him?” He asked as he nudged the safety of the gun; turning it off.
The group stood, staring at him in silence.
“Who killed my partner?” The Ranger asked again.
This time his gun was pointed at a visibly distraught Simi.
She was overcome with fear.
She poisoned him because he raped her” Simi confessed.
The boys look back at Leah, stunned.
Leah’s face bore a look of resignation.
“Thanks so much for having my back; Lover” she said in disgust.
They boys all stood stunned. Processing both news that had crept into their ears.