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Nineteen years before Shida’s death


It was past nine in the evening, Moshood Koker was waiting impatiently in his small single room alone with his three year old daughter who was fast asleep. He had been for hours waiting for the arrival of his wife Dupe who had been out of the house since that afternoon.

Moshood quickly rushed to see the car that had just packed in front of his apartment, he was stunned when he saw his wife laughing and kissed the man behind the wheel shortly before she alighted the luxurious car with shopping bags dangling in her hands. Moshood saw her waving at the car as it zoomed-off, she turned and slowly headed to the apartment. Moshood opened the door at the first knock, Dupe majestically walked pass him into the room without courtesy or fear, she had few months earlier disregarded him as a man fit to be called her husband ever since he had lost his job a year ago.

“Dupe, where exactly are you coming from?” Moshood asked calmly trying hard to suppress his growing anger.

Dupe ignored him and sat beside her daughter on the chair to feel her body “O! My baby girl is asleep, wake up, mummy is home with plenty of goodies for you” she waved one of the bags of gifts to the little girl just waking-up.

“Are you deaf? I said where are you coming from and who was that man that dropped you off?” he raised his voice.

Dupe turned to stare at him disgustingly “And what do you care? If you must know, today is valentine, a day when real men take their women out for shopping, a day when couples celebrate love”

“What do you mean?” he stepped forward to her sounding vexed.

Dupe stood up to him “What I meant was you are not man enough to have me, you don’t deserve a woman like me, you are not my taste” she said spitefully into his eyes. Those words sank into Moshood’s heart and hurt so bad that it made him almost collapse.

“Please tell me you don’t mean those words” he said taking a step closer to her.

“I meant every word I said” she said confidently and continued “You are of no use to me or your daughter, I go out and provide for the family while you sit all day at home doing nothing tangible to help”. She paused for a while before she added “Just go away, leave us and I promise that myself and my daughter will never miss you” she added scornfully.

Instinctively, Moshood gripped her neck all of a sudden and pressed it tight against the sofa. Dupe struggled to scream as she attempts to kick and hit him, he kept on choking her for a very long time till she kicked no more. Moshood never felt remorseful afterwards but was shocked that not only was his three years old daughter had been a witness to the murderous act but also an unidentified pair of eyes was staring from the outside window as he looked up. He rushed to go see who it was but the eyes vanished into the night. He could swear he saw the eyes stared at him. Quickly, he lured his daughter back to sleep assuring her that mummy was fine. In no time wasted, he rushed to the kitchen to go grab a knife, wrapped the lifeless body in thick blanket before he sets out into the cover of the dark night.

Early the next morning, Moshood had gone to the police station to declare his wife missing, it had taken the police four days to discover Dupe’s corpse far away in an uncompleted building. Her hands banded with her skirt, her mouth covered with her blouse. Her body totally unclad and her throat gruesomely cut open. Police investigation soon led to one Mr. Ederson Brown as the only prime suspect who was last seen to have driven the victim in his car out for shopping. He was nailed life imprisonment with hard labour.

About a week after the case had been concluded, some police officers came to investigate and searched Moshood’s apartment intending to find any evidence connecting him to his wife’s death and when there was none, the police revealed to him that they had merely responded to an anonymous note that he was responsible for the death of his wife. But since the witness didn’t come out in person, the allegation against Moshood was dismissed. After a month, Moshood and his daughter relocated to his home town with an aim to begin life afresh.

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Four days after Shida’s death


Chief Moshood Koker walked majestically into a room where a woman was already tied to a chair, he had earlier ordered the kidnap of the woman. One of the bodyguards brought him a chair to sit in front of the woman who looked terrified. She had been kidnapped from her way to work and brought into a small empty room for about five hours with two hefty men monitoring her ever since.

“At last, we meet again” Chief Moshood said with a smile to his face as he sat. The woman got more scared and struggled on her chair on realizing it was him.

“I am very sorry sir, please forgive me” The woman begged remorsefully as her body trembled.

Chief Moshood sarcastically appear confused “Sorry for what exactly? Is it for you reporting me to the police nineteen years ago or reporting me to the police three days ago?”

“Sir, I’m sorry, I was only trying to help” the woman cried as tears had begun to flow down her cheek.

Chief Moshood had a good hearty laugh for a short moment, it was so funny to him how she really tried help “Try to help the police to catch me?Now I see how you are truly helping” sounding sarcastic and laughed again.

“Please don’t kill me” the woman begged.

He frowned by her last words but then again wore a dry smile “I promise I won’t kill you, I just need to ask you a question. What have you to gain for exposing my secret to the world? Why not just let it go so everyone can be at peace?”

“I promise you sir, I will not tell anyone again what I saw”

Chief Moshood sighed and then sat back like to reconsider her plea, “Mrs. Bridget, would you have thought that I could have killed my own daughter?”

“No sir” she was quick to shake her head vigorously.

He stood up and was about to walk out of the room when he turned to one of the guards and winked at him, the guard wasted no time in strangling Mrs. Bridget with a rope. Chief Moshood gently walked out of the room after the guard had declared her dead.

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CHAPTER ELEVEN

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CHAPTER TEN

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CHAPTER NINE


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CHAPTER EIGHT


DOOM






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CHAPTER SEVEN

THE MISSING BOOK






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CHAPTER SIX

THE BLACK CAT






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