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” Otondo corper don’t go and shake “yansh” for all those soldiers there o” he poked me in the ribs as I dragged my box, he wouldn’t help me with any of my stuff after all “I am a bloody civilian”
” Go back to Sambisa” I retorted
” mind how you talk to a second lieutenant civilian”
” lemme alone Ayotunde, nobody asked you to come close to a civilian ha”! I turned back to see him checking out a lady’s behind.

Hissing, I strolled towards the terminal, he called after me and I waited
” you want me to miss my flight!” I fumed, I had totally forgotten how annoying he could be.
” I need to give you a goodbye hug, your plane may crash” he pulled me into a hug before I could say something equally malicious
” I don’t want the enemies to get my mother” he said as he pat my back ” Jesu, Jesu jesu” he mimicked my mum as he pats my back. Together we began to ” skiriboroboshakakakpalallalala” imitating our mother. We stopped when people started to stare at us
” I will miss you Lepa” he looked at me one last time and left. I turned and walked towards the terminal.
I felt eyes on me as I took a seat in the waiting lounge.

My flight was announced and I struggled with my box. I pulled up my sagging pants which was earning me disapproving looks from an elderly woman and I saw a lady dressed in jeans and tanktop with black aviator sunglass. I choked on my hisses as I wondered why someone would wear shade when they are not in the sun and a tanktop with such an ugly scar on the chest. I was moving towards the door when something clicked. I turned and stared, the face looks familiar even the way she walks. I stared as she moved towards the departure for the international flight, her friend tapped her and pointed at me. She turned and smiled, then she pulled down her sunglass a bit. One eye was missing.

“Aunty please move you are blocking my way” a pregnant woman nudged me in the back. I apologized and moved towards the departure covered in goosebumps.

THE END.

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The cousin turned out to be a muscular chocolaty tall and handsome hottie. Just how I like them, he called me that night and we talked till 2:00am. Conversation with him flowed like a stream.

Farhan calls me every day just to check up on me. I met “smallie’s” cousin and he looked better than he did in the pictures he sent. He is working and is four years older than I am. He went straight to the point, he wants a girl that would skip girlfriend to Fiancée because he doesn’t believe in wasting time and all that getting to know one another trash. I told him I do not see wedding bells ringing for me 5 years from now and he looked crushed but regained his composure. We became just friends after but he still won’t stop singing his songs of affection into my ears.

Farhan called the night before I left for camp, we were perambulating and talking about random stuff as usual, until he said
” Lanre, promise not to cheat on me when you get to camp” I was dumbfounded and I asked why he would say such “we are not even dating” I added.
“really?” He said, then he went on and on with sweet nothings.
I sighed deeply.

” I think we need more time. I think I need more time to figure out if I am really interested in you or just infatuated by you. So the answer is no”
He sounded crushed and told me he won’t stop trying. ” just don’t cheat on me” he said again before he hung up.

My brother drove me to the airport the next morning. My Dad had wanted me to go through public transport but my Mum refused saying her enemies will wait for me on the road. “what about in the air?” my Dad challenged and she went into a praying fit that ended up in her speaking in tongues.

Pre-wedding photos of Jhay was sent to me by my cousin who had asked ” come to think of it Lanre, would you have married him after school?” I laughed and quietly said “maybe” she began to lecture me about archaic ideas of marriage and childbirth immediately after school “have fun babe, kiss and makeup, don’t let a man tie you down when you are not ready. Be your own boss jor” she hung up abruptly when the signature rough cockney accent of her boss began to shout obscenities. Last time she called she told me she had quit her job and is now setting up a Nigerian Restaurant with the cute guy she had told me about. Of course I asked which and she said him, I shook my head as I waited for her to hang up when we were done talking. My cousin has never had a single him, it was mostly them. How things change.

Amina was discharged and acquitted, her lawyer blamed her psychological imbalance and pleaded for leniency. He presented her medical records citing her history of Antisocial personality disorder as the reason why she was erratic in her behaviour. I read it in the papers that she had been taken abroad for treatment and adequate monitoring of her mental health.

Farhan and I became closer, strolling without direction is our favourite past time. He hasn’t made a move yet and I am not ready to put him through. We skirt around subjects concerning relationships and cover things up with service year talks.
He was posted to Abuja while I was flung to Akwa-Ibom, Farida had to spill because she couldn’t write the exams and accepted it in good faith.
” Another year to slay hard and have fun I guess” she took a deep breath and I squeezed her hands, I was lucky. She is also lucky and she is fortunate to be alive after the surgery.
” I am breaking up with Fola Scott” she said without warning. ” won’t you miss him?” I caressed her hair and she frowned “why will I? His dick is too tiny” we burst into wicked laughter when she said this and her mother look at us with the corners of her eyes as she observes Solat.

My roommate gave birth to a baby girl, her fiancé kept grinning from ear to ear when I and Farhan went to the hospital to see her. Her mother in law who had been sleeping since we got there stood up to use the bathroom as we were leaving
” both of you will make fine chulren” she smiled and exposed a gold tooth. I smiled politely in return and it turned into a frown when Farhan started to tease me about what she said.
“smallie” called me a week before I left home for the orientation camp, she told me her cousin saw my pics and is interested in me, she said she gave him my number and she hopes I wouldn’t mind. I was amused and I reassured her all was well.

EPISODE 31..... FINAL EPISODE
Dear Diary,
I blinked in and out of consciousness. I could hear a siren wailing, hands were on me but I was fighting them
“Farida, Farida” I said repeatedly. A male voice whispers “stay with me, stay with me” . Farhan’s face blurred like every other thing around me as I slipped into unconsciousness again. The siren became a faint comforting noise.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Convocation was fun! Even though Farida had to lean on me as we took pictures, we still had fun. Farida’s leg was still not fully balanced yet, few more physiotherapy sessions would have her fully back on her feet the Doctor told Farhan.

I emptied my wardrobe in the name of “parting gifts” Ese tried to court my friendship by apologizing and heaping multitudes of curses on Amina.
” me sef wey be correct Bini babe no fit do dat on top boy matter, last last I fit knack bottle and nah only Adesuwa don vex me reach that level, that girl craze no be small”. She talked nonstop and eventually left when I replied her with hmmm and ooooh. I am not the type that forgets things easily not when I am accused of such grievous crime as committing murder. The Porter who had called the police was sacked. Tamuno waves at me whenever we bump into each other and I reply with a genuine smile.

My Dad rushed home when my mum informed him of my abduction, he was furious and had spoken harshly to my mum who kept crying and saying “her enemies have gotten her”. He drowned me in a bear hug when I could stand on my feet and yes, my Dad cried. Second time I would see a fully grown man cry.

Farida’s mother became my mum’s friend after the incident. They had both spent sleepless nights at the hospital calling on Allah and Jehovah at the same time.

The female detective came to see me at the hospital twice before I was discharged, I asked her what was being done about Natasha’s missing body. She only shrugged and said
” I have washed my hands off Nigerian mentality, besides some things are better left unsaid”

“smallie” kept me company after exams and we go out to fun spots to go and chill, the bill is always on her. Farida was still recuperating so she couldn’t go with us. The day I told her we went to swim with Farhan, she said lots of things in Hausa and gave Farhan a dirty look which looked funny at the same time.

I spent an extra month in school with Farhan and “smallie” and lied to my parents I was adding finishing touches to my project. They are people I wished I had met long ago.

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“Farida, Farida, I got her” I felt sharp pain in my thigh, opening my eyes a bit. I saw the torch facing another direction, Amina was digging into my flesh, I pushed and pounded her head but she won’t budge. I grabbed the torch and hit her on the head with all my strength. The pain went away sharply and returned in a dull ache.

Amina slid on the floor, I rolled towards Farida and shook her. She opened her eyes weakly, she was bleeding from the nose. Her face was a mess, she smiled and tried to sit up straight. I held the torch and tried to pull Farida up, we were making our way towards the door when Amina pulled me by the waist.
“Where are you going slut!” she hit me on the head with her head and I was blinded by pain, Farida has sagged into a heap on the floor and she was still bleeding.
Amina pulled out a gun as I rose my head and grinned, she still looked breathtaking.

“I guess I have to end things quickly, you were a tough one, bye bii…” Farida screamed and flew at her, a deafening sound went off before they both collapsed on the ground.

Amina struggled to push Farida off her. Then she massaged her neck. I went for the gun the same time she reached for it. It was between her laps. I bite hard on her fingers until I tasted blood, then I kicked and kicked and kicked until she fell back.

“You don’t even know how to handle a gun slut” she said in between clenched teeth

“My dad is a soldier bitch” I shoot at her shoulder and her leg.

I went to check Farida, she is still breathing but there is a huge blob of blood on her tummy. I checked Amina’s pocket and I found a phone. I dialed Farhan’s number repeatedly but he didn’t pick. Then I dropped a message. I didn’t know how long it took before I fainted with Farida cradled in between my legs......REMEMBER TO ALWAYS VISIT http://kanzahsays.com

“You know what? I think we should take a vacation after all this. I wish we won’t have to write exams and all that shit but seriously we need a vacation” she nudged me when I wasn’t saying anything
“We sure would take vacation in heaven, forever” I said with glum

“You are a killjoy, what if you are going to hell eh? She laughed again

“You still won’t tell me how you got into all these mess and things you were not proud of” I reminded her
“You still have time for gossips when death screams into your face eh? ka son gossips, guluma eheheh” she said in Hausa and laughed again

“I am here because of you, according to what she said, I am the one that encouraged Farhan to date you. She read my brother’s chats. Now I am going to die for you, just imagine that trash, but no I won’t, you are not that fine to die over ” she tickled me and I busted into laughter

We don’t know the horrible fate that will befall us, or maybe we know. We just want to pretend we don’t.
“Farida? What about your parents, are they not making efforts to get you out of wherever they think you are” I asked
“My Father has lots of kids to worry about one when he or she gets missing” she replied sarcastically “They should be trying their best, but I don’t think he would really care when I am reported dead. I only pity my mother and the twins, hope you know Farhan is my step brother? But we are super close. I pity him too” her voice has lost it vigour.

“Do you think we would leave this place” I asked Farida
“Lanre, I don’t think so. Amina is mean, she is really mean. Things she has done to me. To think I would die like this and she would force Farhan to marry her. God!” she broke down into tears. Her shoulders shook as she cried. To think Farida who had been strong along will cry made me feel hopeless but then I shrugged. I should be the strong one here.

I heard stones getting crushed under heavy shoes.
“She is here” I whispered to Farida, Farida sniffed and sat upright.

The door was opened and bright light shone in our faces. I couldn’t see and I had to cover my face with my hands

“Well well, ladies hope you both are comfy, how was the catching up? Farida love, how are you?” she cackled and I heard a soft moan

I was still wondering what happened to Farida when I felt a kick in between my legs
“And here is the slut who wanted to take my man, to think Farhan would prefer a stick like you to me baffles me” she kicked me again and I fell on my back holding my pubic area

“I guess he realized she has no psychotic history, her mental health is clean. She would make clean babies that has no psychological diso-ha!” Farida screamed

” Farida” I felt around and she stepped on my fingers

“Who wants a crazy being for a child, your parents ought to have abandoned you at an asylum, aaargh”
“Farida please stop talking” I pleaded as I struggled to release my fingers.
“Tell me, have you taken your drugs today.. ” I heard a twack,” what about injections? Oooh!”

I was able to remove my fingers and I scurried away. I nursed my fingers as Amina dealt with Farida, Farida was screaming and it hurts.

I heard Farida whimpering, she is done with her. I closed my eyes tightly and I imagined her coming towards me, I felt the slap before I could sense it. Then another one. She was about to slap me for the third time when I held her hand and twisted it. She used the other hand to hit me hard on the head with an object, the pain shoot throughout my neck to my lower back, it was the torch she used to blind us. I mustered up strength and applied more pressure on her hand, she hit me again with the torch but the blow was weaker this time. Rising up on one leg, I released one hand from the hold I had on her and I punched her in the stomach, my calculation was right, the torch fell and Amina groaned in pain.

” Lanre, I have done things I am not proud of, same with Natasha. Natasha and the high priestess saw to the killing of a lecturer that was disturbing her. Natasha saw to the killing of a man threatening her dad. Her dad was about to get this huge deal and he was getting threatened by his former business partner, the high priestess did everything for Natasha. Natasha developed cold feet and wanted out ” Farida laughs hysterically as she said this ” wanted out” she repeated.

I didn’t say a word lest Farida decides to go mum. She swallowed and went on
“My brother loved you, he has always had a thing for you. But you were the big snub, you never gave him a second glance, he said you wouldn’t even acknowledge his presence when he said hello, and God knows I hated you then. I thought you were a snub too, but I love your shape, and your perfect small ‘nyansh’ ” she added in pidgin and we both laughed. Hollow dry laugh.

“I was with Jhay then, other guys look like Shrek to me ” I sighed
“Oh, lover girl, then I heard you guys met at Campus Blast that day, he asked me to keep an eye on you for him and find out if you had a boyfriend. I had to become your friend, I actually wanted to. Then he told me about how Amina had been threatening him when he was about to ask you out” she freed her hands from mine and continued “she told him she would kill herself and pin it on him, she actually pulled that stunt once. She SKYPEd Farhan one day and chug down bottles upon bottles of Codeine. Farhan was confused and didn’t want to be the cause of her death. I asked him to explain things to you so you won’t think he is taking you for granted when Amina starts spreading silly love stories around school. He said he doubts if you would believe and he said he had to tell you he was with Amina so you guys would be apart for a while, even that doesn’t make sense to me” she held her head in her hands

My eyes were used to the darkness now.
“How come Farhan never told her parents all these?” I asked.

“You don’t get it do you? They will think he is just being a crook, the last time he did that, our Father threatened to disown him. They all caused it, everyone used to call them husband and wife when we were young” she hissed

“But how did I get into the mess, how did you get involved? Fine. Natasha’s death was by the Amazons, who killed Prof. Fajuyi, who?” my headache has returned

“Prof. Fajuyi is dead? Woah!”
” don’t pretend Farida, I am not even an amazon yet and you guys… ”
” They didn’t do it, the Amazons wouldn’t kill unless you want them to” she explained
” Why are you saying “them” are you not one?” Farida is confusing me

“I think I want out too. I wasn’t as bad as Natasha, and I don’t think they killed Natasha, they give warnings before killing a member, Natasha never received them” she shook her head
“But you befriended the high priestess too, didn’t you?”
“She likes me, but I never gave in to her demands. She loves and revered me at the same time. She still do, I guess and that got Natasha jealous at a point. Jeeez Lanre why will you think like that? I love me some good ol’ dick” she laughed and I joined this time heartedly.

I do not know whom to believe but I don’t think Farida will deny anything she has ever done.

EPISODE 30!!!!
Dear Diary,
I woke up with a throbbing headache, it was dark and the ground I laid on is very cold. I felt sand beneath my palms and I sat upright. It took me some minutes before realization dawned on me.

I was alone, I tried feeling around with my hands but I gathered handfuls of sand only. There were mosquitoes buzzing around and I remembered my experience in the cell, the headache worsened.

I began to imagine what would happen to me, perhaps Amina would kill me, or she would lock me here till I die of starvation. Or she would torture me and let me die a slow painful death, or she would bring vicious dogs to bite me to pieces.

I still prayed fervently to be woken into reality, I prayed my roommate will shake me furiously and chide me for being a heavy sleeper. I prayed I was still with Jhay and I never met Farhan. I prayed Farida and I never became friends. I prayed I was never Prof. Fajuyi’s lust interest. I prayed I never had anything to do with the Amazons. I prayed with my eyes tightly shut, when I realized the futility of everything, my eyes gave way, tears gush out freely like a busted pipe. I couldn’t control it. The more the tears flowed the more things look more bleak. There is no hope. Amina would do whatever she wants with me and nobody would know she did it. Police would investigate and will continue to meet dead ends. And my mum, oh my poor mum, I remembered Natasha’s parents and I shuddered. God forbid I prayed fervently.

“Can you keep quiet for once and let’s concentrate on finding ourselves out of this situation?” a tired voice whispered.
“Who is in here? I can’t see you, Farida is that you, Farida! Farida!!” I searched around aimlessly with my hands like a beggar who has lost her walking stick.

I felt a cold hand touch my legs and I jumped and grabbed her, I do not know where I grabbed but I grabbed her anyway. I resumed my sobs again and hugged her fiercely. Farida was like a balm on an aching chest, an anchor. I clung to her the way a child does to a mother who had gone out all day.

“That’s my hair you are grabbing with my neck, arrgh-ah” she pushed me away gently.
“I am so sorry, it’s long I hugged someone, God knows I need a hug after all that has happened” my voice shook

“Like you didn’t hug my brother recently” I can make out her face, her skin glowed in the darkness. I wondered the last time she had her bath

“Farida, I can explain, you should listen to me. Since there seems to be no hope anyway” even I willed myself to disbelieve what I said

” I am not dying, I will die one day but I am not dying here” she scoffed
“You know I don’t understand you Lanre, one minute you were all angry at Farhan, the next minute I heard you guys were making out in the open” she shook her head and continued “To think that you never told me” I imagined her shaking her head and biting her lips as she said this. Her face is still not clear enough.

“It wasn’t in the open, it was dark and it just happened, I actually felt guilty after and I-i-iii tried to stop things from getting out of hands but… ” I sighed deeply.
“Hope you know Natasha is dead” I added
“I knew she was going to get hurt” Farida said without emotion.

” So you knew about her death?”
“Please I don’t, I knew she had problems with the high priestess only, and I warned her not to step on her toes, she would not listen, she wanted to sell Amazons out. Nobody forced her to become an Amazon , nobody asked her to seduce the high priestess, the high priestess never loved her. Natasha wanted something but she never got it”

“What was it she wanted” I prodded
” and how is it your business what she wanted? I should tell you, you may be right. Amina could kill us before tomorrow. Natasha wanted freedom, she wanted freedom after all she had… We had done together, nobody will let her go freely with all those secrets” Farida voice trembled

” What secrets?” I moved close to her and held her hands, they were still cold. It gets colder every minute.

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” Why not let go out to a cool place? You need to let things off your chest” she looked really concerned and I raised up the black nylon on my laps
” I bought suya”

She scoffed and squared her shoulders,
“let’s go to Funbar, I will bring you back to school, after all you were Farida’s friend” she smiled

I nodded and began to cry while she cooed gently as she drive,
” Tell me, when was the last time you heard from Farhan?” she asked as she maneuvered through cars and motorcycles.

” few days ago, he called to tell me about Farida” I mumbled.
” he didn’t call me” she said “he hasn’t been calling me” she added
I kept quiet.

” men are so unpredictable, to think we have our wedding slated for November” she continued.
I swallowed, so Farhan was getting married.

” He doesn’t like the idea but who gets engaged for more than a year nowadays? People would start calling me Lord of the Rings”she laughed at her own joke.

” So Lanre, did you crush on Farhan at a point” we were stuck in traffic so she was able to look at me.
“maybe, then I knew he was with someone and that was it” I said.

” wow, you mean you stopped crushing on him and you guys don’t see eye to eye again?” she prodded
The cars were moving now.

” yeah, kinda”

” why are you lying” she said without looking at me ” why?”
” What do you mean” the conversation is getting to me, I feel like wolfing down my Suya before another person is reported dead.

” Exactly what I mean slut” she gripped the steering tightly and continued ” You still ran after him when you knew he had me” she shook her head

” can you drop me here please” I wasn’t having any of this, she can’t just insult me just because I am in her car I have enough troubles and Farhan is the least of them all.
The look she gave me showed she won’t, and I can’t jump out, that’d be too dramatic.

” I wonder if you have been told, though I doubt it. I don’t share, nobody competes with me and nobody cross my path!” she banged her hand on the steering and the car horn blared

I was lost and I stared at her for few minutes before finding my voice
“look, I have no business with whatever you and Farhan have going on and I wish you a happy married life in advance but really girl this is no big deal, guys should not be a cause of fight between us girls, they don’t fight their pals over us. Farhan is just a guy…” I didn’t know how she managed to but she punched me right in the nose, I was bleeding.
” He is not just a guy!”
” What the heck, now you have to drop me or I will open the door and try to jump out!” I said.

” Bitch open the door if you can, it will make your death quicker!” she screamed and laughed loudly, she applied more force on the accelerator and the car speed increased.

“you stupid fucking slut” she hit me in the neck again before I could recover from the punch on the nose. I was weak from my ordeal at the station, I could not fight back. I screamed but she laughed louder
” We are on an highway cunt! No soul can hear you, tada!”

I was still holding my neck and nose when she pulled over suddenly and banged my head against the glove compartment multiple times. I heard her swearing to see the end of me before I lost my consciousness.
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I told the female detective about the girl in the cell with us and she went back, few minutes later she came out with “smallie” who was too excited for words.

The female detective dropped off “smallie” at her Lodge, “smallie” collected my number and hugged me before going into the house.

The detective began to fill me in into some events that had happened since I was arrested, saying she learnt of my arrest from my mother who had been inconsolable. She said she had been busy trying to find out who might have stolen Natasha’s body from the mortuary.

I screamed, she was expecting me to because she went on and said Natasha’s family said they are no longer interested in investigations, that they have left everything to God. The female detective said she won’t back off even though her partner has.

I was surprised, she drove me to her house where my mother is, my mother has been crying since she returned from the police station and she told the detective she won’t leave her side until she sees her daughter, she had no choice but to take my mum home besides “she might not be safe” she added, “whoever is doing this would get to you soon, maybe not directly but soon enough” she said.

My mum jumped on my neck when she saw me, she burst into fresh tears when she saw my skin. I had my bath and for the first time in three days, I slept in a warm room without mosquitoes.

We left the next morning, the female detective promised to call me when anything pops up, I wanted to remind her of the cultists hide out, but I decided against it she is the detective maybe she doesn’t need to go there anymore. My mum wanted us to travel back home but I refused, exams start the following week, I have to prepare for exams and there is no way I would miss it.

She tried talking me into following her but I was adamant, I asked if my dad knows and she replied in the negative. We chartered a taxi and I dropped in front of my hostel, the Porter looked away when she saw me. My mum asked if she was the one that called the police and I said “no”. I don’t want another shouting match after all I went through today.

She prayed for me and reluctantly entered the taxi. I went straight to my room. I cleaned and put things in order, I would sleep in my room alone whatever that is coming should come. I did no one wrong.

I woke up around 5:17pm, cleaning the dusty room was exhausting. I decided to go to the Suya spot in school, and if the mallam refuses to sell his meat, I would offer to buy the whole tray. I called my mum and she told me she had gotten home, my brothers were eager to speak to me, they do not know what is going on but they heard from my mum I was in trouble. Kids.

The mallam sold Suya to me but he wouldn’t look at me, he was extra polite and smiled as he cut the cabbage and onion. Other people that wanted to buy Suya left when they saw me. Good, my new celebrity status means I get attended to on time.

I was on my way to the hostel when a black Venza pulled up beside me, an angel was behind the wheel, flawless skin that looked like chocolate sprinkled with milk. Her locs plaited into four long ropes were shinning. She removed her shades and I gasped, it was Farhan’s girlfriend or ex-girlfriend Amina she looks prettier than she did the last time I saw her. She smiled at me and asked me to hop in.

She was playing a soothing Indian song, dressed in a white tee and black Jeans, she looked like she was about to contest for Miss World. I have never been this close to her before, I was awed. Natasha was right when she said Farida was no match for Amina. She could pass for Aishwarya Rai if she was fair.

Remembering Natasha made me sober and I looked away.

” How are you Lanre dear” she asked even her voice sounded like it was dipped in honey. I stammered a reply

” I am really sorry about what happened to your friends ” I nodded and looked at my fingers, the skin around my nails was peeling. I concentrate on the peeling skin. I can’t cry in her presence.

Dear Diary,
My bail was refused and I spent two days in the dingy cell. They said I am a suspect of a capital crime. My mother broke down in tears when she saw me, it was like a movie. The officer shouts “time is up” and pushes me roughly into the cell. That hellhole.

Strong urine smell hit my nose as I crawled to my side of the cell. Three of the girls in the same cell with me were fast asleep. They were oblivious to the “buuuzz buzz” of the gigantic mosquitoes in the cell, even the strong urine smell doesn’t get to them. They are used to the place already. I wasn’t.
Only one girl was awake, she was the nice one and she refused to partake in “my induction”. She only watched as they beat and made me a human horse, the Madam of the cell made sure I carried her around the dirty nooks and crannies of the small filthy cell. One of the girls said she wanted my trouser to the amusement of the Madam.
” wetin brin you con here” the madam asked, she is huge and has muscles like a guy, the girl that asked for my top was caressing her neck.
I don’t feel like talking but I have no choice, I told them what happened and they began to cackle.
“shuooo, butty fit kpain people?” they cackled louder, they had their go at me until they fell asleep.
I waged unseen wars with mosquitoes that night till the next morning while trying to effortlessly cover my nose with one hand.
The girl that refused to partake in my induction moved close and spoke in a small voice
” I was arrested for wandering ” she looked like she was about to cry ” my friends and I went out to go have fun with some guys from our department, when we left the party around 3:00am,the guys said they would not drop us at our lodge as they had earlier promised that they are going to their house instead. I refused to follow them because I do not trust them, I got down from the car but my friends won’t follow me, I decided to trek since our lodge is not too far, it was when I was trekking that the police arrested me. I thought they’d drop me at home after explaining what happened but they called me a wandering prostitute and brought me here instead” she began to sob, I was bemused, one of her friends might come to bail her or she get released eventually. None of their offenses is as grievous as mine, the other girls were arrested for fighting. At least none of them is a murder suspect.

The girl asked if what I told the other girls is true, I only sighed deeply and began swatting mosquitoes. She moved close to me and I wrapped one mosquito bitten arm around her, she is small, age wise and stature. A 15 years old girl in the Uni. In this tough world. She fell asleep, I couldn’t. The urine smell is now normal, it doesn’t repulse me anymore.

I thought of school, will I get expelled? Will I go to jail? I thought of Natasha, Farida and Fajuyi. Did I kill them all when I was hallucinating? Was I unconscious when I was doing it? Perhaps I killed them without knowing. But I don’t have friends, did I go with the Amazons to Fajuyi’s house? Maybe I did but I have forgotten. Maybe I am the murderer.

There was argument the next morning but we couldn’t hear the exchange of words from where we sat. The cell I was in was opened and I was asked to come out, I stood up and swayed before following the policeman that came, the little girl clung to me as I stepped out but the other girls inside the cell pulled her back and descended on “smallie” that was the nick they gave her.

The female detective was furious, the policewoman behind the counter only shrugged to all she was saying saying from time to time that she knows nothing about it. The female detective looked me up and down when she saw me and asked them to return my belongings to me. They only gave me my phone which is dead already, they denied collecting my wristwatch and wallet, even I believed that, I can’t remember things.

The sofa swallows everything the person in hood smiled as the sofa became a cocoon, it is annoying being at home but there was no choice, the parents were worried about the killings, parents can be dramatic at times but not being around school makes it easier to track the targets without nosy people asking unnecessary questions.

He still hasn’t called yet, could it be because of that bitch or Farida? That bumbling idiot, he should be killed too if not, if not…

“Arrgh”the person in hood became furious and threw the flower vase against the wall, the artworks in the living room were not spared. Ceramics and porcelain were turned into rubbles. The curtains refused to give in to the pulling and tugging, seriously feeling the urge to mete out rage on someone, the person in hood ran to the big apartment at the back of the house. It was a gift for having a GP of 4:80 in year 2 at school.
“Your own home “the parents had said

It was 10:00pm on a Saturday night and everywhere was quiet, the parents were out for a dinner hosted by a friend. The maids were asleep.

It was hard putting key into the lock in rage, taking calming breath the key entered this time. Patience is annoying. The lights were off but the all paths of the apartment the person in hood knows so well.

Carefully opening the bathroom with another key, the person in hood turned on the light. The idiot was dozing already. Would a slap do or would a bottle of water serve the need? Grinning maliciously, the person in hood returned with a bottle of cold water, without making a sound, the bottle was emptied on the body of the hapless one sitting on the cold floor in a pool of water. Bumps and cuts decorate the face of the one who has resigned her self to doom.

The coldness was a shock, the one tied down jolts up and starts shivering, the person in hood kicks and rains blows on the one tied up. Satisfied, the person in hood removes the tape on the mouth of the one tied up
“How do you feel, would you like some water?” a slap followed this question as the one tied up nods in the positive, the tape was firmly sealed upon the mouth of the one tied up.

The person in hood stands and leaves the bathroom not forgetting to lock the door.

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EPISODE 28!!!!!
“Those fools will pay” the person in hood swore and washed the stained knife. Smiling at the smooth killing of the two idiots who helped in killing Prof. Fajuyi, the person in hood used a towel to mop away the water gathering at the edge of the sink. The kitchen houses the best killing equipment the person in hood thought as an apple was dug into with strong white teeth.

It doesn’t matter the number of people that goes down, what has to be done must be done. Smiling wistfully, the person in hood remembered how 10 year old Sammy had begged and cried for his mummy before getting pushed off the balcony, the remains of the poor boy was discovered by a woman hawking bread and Akara. There was uproar and people blamed the mechanic next door who had grudges with Sammy’s father. Sammy’s mother had pulled close the little one who was Sammy’s playmate as if another Sammy would be created from the hug.
” You would really miss Sammy won’t you? ” everybody asked. If only they knew Sammy was pushed off the balcony for refusing to surrender his toy car that has remote.

Parents have a funny way of discovering things late, and when they realized their child has a psychotic disorder they decided to take laws into their own hands, they went about things in secret and bought drugs a Doctor had prescribed for them. The shame was too much, how can they tell the world their only child has a mental illness? How can they tell the world about the girl who lost her memory and broke her spinal cord in an accident in school? How can they tell the world it was their child that saw to the girl’s misfortune? All that was covered up, and with time and drugs and money. They thought their child was normal now.

Tantrums and withdrawals were not noticed, and when their child passed WASSCE and JAMB, they had no problem letting their child go to school, drug stashes were thrown into the bin, they made up for all that with huge sums of money in form of allowance, the father was super elated, the mother showed off her offspring to everyone who cared or doesn’t. Her only child, her pride has gained admission into the most prestigious University in the country. They choose not to let their child leave the country so that they can be “monitoring” the child. Even though they barely see their child till the end of every semester, and even at that, they have meetings that takes them away for the better part of most days.

Taking a deep breath, the person in hood cross checked the plans and everything mapped out in a journal, the next target would not be easy to take out like Natasha and Fajuyi, there is too much attention now.

Remembering the compliments from everybody when the Hood jacket was first draped over the perfect body, another smile passed over the well carved face, how true the saying ” face of an angel, mind of the devil” but what has to be done must be done, nothing must stand between man and his goals. Whoever tries to compromise must be taken out, stupid blabbing fool Natasha who ought to have poisoned the betrayer Farida, but she wouldn’t, not even at threats of killing her. But Natasha owes a debt and she refused to pay.

Snorting the white substance loudly, the person in hood removed the trainers that is beginning to become uncomfortable and flopped on the huge sofa that looks so inviting in the huge living room.

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I managed to drag myself to the Keke napep but the moment I got there everyone of the tricycle drivers walked away pretending they have some things to attend to, even Christopher – my on hand Keke services provider carried a kettle and said he wants to observe Solat.

I trekked to the hostel, when I got to the gate, some girls were gathered beside Storex tank that leads into the hostel, they were clapping and covering their mouth with their hands, they saw me and they all fell silent.

I rushed to Ese’s room, she was sitting on the bed making Tamuno’s hair, when I entered Ese screamed “Iye mee!, Osanobua ooo!” She carried all the hair equipments and ran outside.

Tamuno looked at me and said gently
“Lanre, I know you you are not a murderer”

“What! They think I killed Natasha? Weren’t you there when the door was opened? I-iiiii-iiii… ” Tamuno stopped me from stressing myself.

” Prof. Fajuyi is dead” she dropped the sentence like a time bomb and left the room before it could explode.

My head was reeling, I sank to the ground and wished it would open and end all this miseries, I was gasping as I picked my phone and Googled his name. The results came up.

“Shot in the head in front of his house”
“Unidentified people wearing hoods”
“Final year microbiology student suspected”

I opened the third result and read,
” Prof. Raymond Subomi Fajuyi was shot at gunpoint in front of his house in the early hours of today. He was said to be returning from a vigil with his wife when unidentified people stopped them and ordered them out of the car.
A 400 level microbiology student whom everyone knows as Prof.Fajuyi’s new found sugar girl is suspected to be responsible, sources in microbiology department said the student whose name is Lanre Coker-Badmus had boasted and swore to see the end of Prof. Fajuyi, the sources further said the Professor was in the habit of failing the said girl repeatedly.
“it is revenge” a hundred level student says to our correspondent.
The said student is said to be a major suspect in the murder of Natasha Olisakwe, a final year student of Biochemistry and the kidnap of Farida Balarabe, the daughter of Alhaji Balarabe Hassan who owns Balarabe and sons construction company.
Professor Raymond Subomi Fajuyi. JP is survived by his wife and four children. His remains have been deposited at the mortuary.

I died and resurrected, I couldn’t feel my hands, I was still sitting and wondering what to do when the Porter who never liked me and Ese entered the room with two policemen.

“There she is, she is the one that is killing everybody” the Porter said pointing at me.

” If you will stand up please… “I didn’t wait for him to finish before I stretched forth my hands, everyone was shouting excitedly as I entered the police van, the click click click of pictures being taken and poooin poooin of videos getting recorded haunted me till I was nudged into my cell.

Hope has died, the light at the end of the tunnel has gone out everything is as dark as the cell.
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EPISODE 27!!!!!
Dear Diary,
Ese followed me when I left the room, it was almost 12:00am but I did not care, I wanted to get the note and keep it in a safe place. In case.. just in case.

Ese asked me to be quiet when opening the door so that “somebody no go snatch us from behind”. Her roommate did not care, she only locked the door when we left the room.

My room was as I left it since Natasha’s murder, the indomie I wanted to throw into the bin has rotten and it gave the room an offensive smell. The fan that was not on did not help matters.

Ese locked the door and turned on the light, she went to carry the stirring stick my roommate used to prepare Eba and other solids ” just in case nah, as the Edo girl that I IS, no time for dulling” she smiled and urged me on in my search for what I did not lost.

I remember putting it in my purse beneath the ATM card, but I have emptied the purse inside out and I can’t find it. I broke into cold sweat and patiently sat on the cold tiled floor while I started checking my purse carefully, all over again.

The note is not inconspicuous, my chest felt hot. I scratched my head repeatedly and began to tremble.

” what is it?” Ese asked still guarding the door.
” I left something in my purse but I can’t find it” I started turning everything I emptied out of my purse upside down, perhaps it could be glued to one of them.

Ese shook her head and said we should leave the room since I couldn’t find what I was looking for.
” Is it important or what now?” she was getting pissed already, Ese does not like ‘serenre’, besides the only reason she offered to follow me earlier was because I have never dragged a man with her.

We left the room but I carried my purse with me and I resumed checking till the voice of Adhan called Muslims to prayer, Ese’s roommate Tamuno who woke up to pray shook her head when she saw me.

I went to the police station very early, I met the female detective and she asked more questions, there and then I confessed and told her everything from the beginning, from Fajuyi to Farida, to the secret place and the note and it disappearance, I was crying by the time I was done with all I was saying.

The detective had no emotions on her face as she pushed the box of tissue paper towards me, she sat forward and asked in a clear voice
” Have you heard about Farida’s disappearance?”

I nodded and continued to sob

” we would need you to take us to the place you both went with the other day, you are not to tell anyone what we have discussed and call me when you have something to tell me” she wrote her number on a paper and gave it to me.

I left the station and board a cab to school, my project supervisor called to ask if I would be able to round off the project before exams start or it would be after, he told me to take all the time I need and asked me to take care of myself. I didn’t listen to Prof. Fajuyi when he asked me to stall my project, it has been a while since he called.

I had left him hanging at the hotel last week and he got mad at me, Farida had told me they would take care of things but it would be after I took the oath, but I am tired, I am tired! Lord I am tired!!!

I got to the school around noon and met some students talking with hush voices around the Love Arena, I felt eyes on me and I turned and saw people staring at me. They didn’t even drop their stares, they looked at me like they wanted me to just die or get struck by thunder.

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EPISODE 26!!!!!!!
Dear Diary
Mr and Mrs Olisakwe were inconsolable when I and some other girls from the hostel went to their house. I have never seen a man cry in my life, Mr Olisakwe’s shoulder was shaking furiously as he further sank in his sorrows. Mrs Olisakwe stared forlorn, sighing heavily from time to time.

Natasha was her mum’s carbon copy her mum has a birth mark on the nose too, same place Natasha had hers, Farida used to make fun of it then, she called it ‘ugly mole’ while Natasha would reply with ‘beauty spot’.

We were leaving her house when the Detectives assigned to Natasha’s case arrived, one is a short stocky man, he should be in his early 40s or late 50s and the other is a slim slender woman whose age I could not decipher.

They were walking briskly towards the house but stopped in their tracks when they saw us. They walked leisurely towards us, the lady walked tall like someone who is sure of herself, she seemed really sure of herself. The man walked in measured steps but confidence and intelligence was written all over his face.

” Good afternoon ladies, I am Detective Diya and here is my partner Detective Isioma” the male detective smile softly as he said this. We all replied their greetings and made to leave but we were stopped by them.

” Ladies, we would need few minutes of your time” the female detective said.

We were led into Natasha’s parents waiting room, apparently they know their house so well now. There is a picture Natasha took with her parents and sisters at the beach. I couldn’t bear to look at it. The female detective raised her brows and stared fixed at me.

We were all questioned but I was asked to come to the police station the next day, according to them I was the last person that saw her alive, I wanted to mention the note I received but I thought against it. I have heard of detectives pinning crimes on people. We were allowed to go when they were through with their questions.

Natasha’s big sister was being consoled by her Filipino husband, they met when she was studying for her Masters in England. I still remember teasing Natasha about what their baby would look like.

My phone won’t stop ringing, my mother was scared to the bones when she heard of the murder and she asked repeatedly if I wasn’t in anyway involved with “that Natasha girl”. I was so pissed and chided her over her insensitivity, after assuring her that all was well, she prayed and promised to call the next day.

Heavy security presence was at the hostel when we got there, parents were mounting pressures on the school, they want the school to be closed for some time but the Vice Chancellor refused stating exams is fast approaching and can not be postponed. The school’s security was thus beefed up.

Everybody in the hostel cross check and make sure their doors are locked at night, people now sleep in fives and fours instead of the normal twos. I have also abandoned my room for Ese’s room.

I was still lost in thoughts over all that has happened when my phone rang again, I hissed thinking it was my mother, Farhan’s name flashed on the screen instead.

” Hello” I said in a weak voice
” Lanre, Farida is missing” intense sorrow and hopelessness was packed into the four words he uttered.
” what! h-hhhh-have you tried her number” I asked, I was thinking of the worst already.
” It has been switched off since yesterday” he mumbled.

I swallowed deeply, wondering where Farida would have gone to when we are all supposed to be mourning the loss of her dear friend. Then it dawned on me.

Farida was nowhere to be seen when we found Natasha’s body. pls visit http://kanzahsays.com