White is the colour I see today, the colour of my heart, everyone seems to be on white even when I knew my head was playing games with my heart. That was Chiamaka's favorite.
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I staggered into the bar drenched to my skin, a smile on my face, an empty stomach and a homicidal headache, my heartbeat was on turbo boost. I’m on the run for I am a murderer and a fugitive all because of the woman I love and I’m meeting her in 5 minutes. I met Chiamaka during our JAMB examination some 12 years ago, we both got admitted into the University of Lagos. During our matriculation ceremony I asked her to date me, rather than get a positive reply, I got the ‘‘I like you as a friend’’ reply. Back tracking though the years, I was the shoulder to cry on and the tissue supplier when she had a run with a jerk as a boyfriend, by the way ,my name is Lawrence and I just murdered Chiamaka’s husband Shola.
Their marriage of 2 years was painted as a blissful one to people around but Shola was a serial cheat, drunk, gambler and wife beater. Last week Thursday he had struck her again, the thought of her going through such pains irked me so I got into their bedroom and shot him while Chiamaka watched. I had an overwhelming feeling of being her personal Voltron, I looked over to my long time love only to find her crying for the bastard and yelling at me. ‘‘ Murderer!!! Killer!!! Madman!!! Psychopath!!! ’’ was what she kept screaming at my face. The tears in her eyes didn’t represent fear or sympathy they glittered with love, compassion and grief. Never have I felt much pain in my life, so she loved him after all. I had to get away from the house but not without giving her a kiss first, I leaned in to kiss her and she shirked away, I scrambled to my car and drove into the dark. It’s been 3 months since I killed Shola and I decided to reach out to the woman I love, after several unanswered calls to her phone I decided to send her a text even giving her the location of the bar so we could meet and talk.
One had to be careful because of Detective Segun who was all over the case like white on rice. Coke and Rum did have a soothing effect on me while I waited for the woman I love. The time is already 8pm; she’s running 30 minutes late. I was reminiscing on the lovely memories I had with her until I was jolted back to reality by a tap of the cold hands on my shoulder by Detective Segun, ghen ghen!!! kasala don burst!!! she must have given me up. The murder trial commenced a month after my arrest, the love of my life testified against me, isn’t that betrayal? I killed Shola for her sake and she sides the evil goat, maybe its because she is pregnant for him. Chiamaka and I haven’t spoken in almost 4 months, now she sits right before me avoiding my gaze, oh how I miss her, her sweet voice and angelic smile. The prosecuting lawyer Barrister Richard was one hell of a smart chap who put the case to rest and me to die by firing squad. Tomorrow, I’d be a dead man and the woman I love hasn’t come to see me. An hour left till for me on planet Earth and I get a note from her saying ‘‘I hope you burn in hell!!’’.
It’s almost time for me to die and I see my mother crying her heart out and I can’t look her in the eyes. I see the soldiers cocking their guns, I take a deep breath, the commanding officer is shouting orders to the squad. Questions flood my head, ’’did I do the right thing according to my conscience?, was Chiamaka worth it?, what lays await for me after death? I was still searching for answers before it all went blank.
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I staggered into the bar drenched to my skin, a smile on my face, an empty stomach and a homicidal headache, my heartbeat was on turbo boost. I’m on the run for I am a murderer and a fugitive all because of the woman I love and I’m meeting her in 5 minutes. I met Chiamaka during our JAMB examination some 12 years ago, we both got admitted into the University of Lagos. During our matriculation ceremony I asked her to date me, rather than get a positive reply, I got the ‘‘I like you as a friend’’ reply. Back tracking though the years, I was the shoulder to cry on and the tissue supplier when she had a run with a jerk as a boyfriend, by the way ,my name is Lawrence and I just murdered Chiamaka’s husband Shola.
Their marriage of 2 years was painted as a blissful one to people around but Shola was a serial cheat, drunk, gambler and wife beater. Last week Thursday he had struck her again, the thought of her going through such pains irked me so I got into their bedroom and shot him while Chiamaka watched. I had an overwhelming feeling of being her personal Voltron, I looked over to my long time love only to find her crying for the bastard and yelling at me. ‘‘ Murderer!!! Killer!!! Madman!!! Psychopath!!! ’’ was what she kept screaming at my face. The tears in her eyes didn’t represent fear or sympathy they glittered with love, compassion and grief. Never have I felt much pain in my life, so she loved him after all. I had to get away from the house but not without giving her a kiss first, I leaned in to kiss her and she shirked away, I scrambled to my car and drove into the dark. It’s been 3 months since I killed Shola and I decided to reach out to the woman I love, after several unanswered calls to her phone I decided to send her a text even giving her the location of the bar so we could meet and talk.
It’s almost time for me to die and I see my mother crying her heart out and I can’t look her in the eyes. I see the soldiers cocking their guns, I take a deep breath, the commanding officer is shouting orders to the squad. Questions flood my head, ’’did I do the right thing according to my conscience?, was Chiamaka worth it?, what lays await for me after death? I was still searching for answers before it all went blank.
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Twitter - @odusolar
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