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How he couldn’t wait to get home. It was Friday and every Friday his wife made a special treat, last week it was samosas, the week before it was pineapple crumble. He didn’t bother guessing what treat he would be enjoying this evening because he would only be tempted to drive faster and as it was he was already too close to the speed limit. Instead, he turned on the radio; “shut up and drive, drive, drive, drive…” It was Rihanna. Perfect.

Finally, he got home, he walked to the front door with long strides and a burst of energy. He opens the door and finds that the house is completely dark. Why weren’t the lights on though? The security lights outside the house were on. He peeked outside, they were still on.
“Honey.” He called out as he stepped in.
“Sweetheart?” Where on earth was she? The light switch was all the way across the room.
“Dami!” He yelled one more time; he quickly remembered he was exhausted. Carefully, with his free hand in front of him to guide him, he found his way to the nearest couch, dropping his briefcase as he sat. He let out a deep sigh and grabbing his phone from his pocket, he proceeded to call the gateman or whatever he was. He did the gardening, operated the generator, cleaned the compound, ran errands, and sometimes served as a driver, but he most certainly wasn’t a gate man since the gate was remote controlled.
“Beep, beep…crrrrk.” Crrrrk? That wasn’t his phone.

She had the gun to his head, she could end it now, just pull the trigger and blow the bastard’s brains off. She wondered if the bullet would go right through his head leaving a nice smoking hole, or maybe it would remain lodged somewhere in his big head, or maybe…just maybe it was one of those bullets that scattered in a man’s body. Heck, she knew nothing about guns without the exception of the one in her hand, she only knew how to load it, cock it, and shoot it. Deji had taught her that, it was his gun that she held, he had insisted they get one for protection. Now she would use the same gun for his obliteration; the irony.
“Crrrrk.” She cocked the revolver slowly.
She moved a few steps backward to the light switch as Deji slowly turned around and then jerked himself up as the light came on. The sudden light momentarily blinded him. As his eyes adjusted to the light and focused on his wife pointing a loaded gun to his head, he went from shocked to petrified, and from petrified to petrified but trying to look calm. He might have laughed if he didn’t see the look on Dami’s face, or if he thought she was joking; he knew his wife liked to make crazy jokes but she would never joke like this.
“Sit down Deji.” Her voice was steel.
“Dami wha-”
“Deji I said sit down!” This time she yelled.
Deji instantly took his seat and at the same time forced a lump back down his throat. Dami walked around the couch and went to sit on the edge of the coffee table, facing Deji. She held the gun in front of her, pointing downward.

“What is this about Dami?” Despite his fear, he managed to sound somewhat calm. She couldn’t be having one of her bouts again, could she? It had been so long since the last one.
“Let me tell you a story dear husband,” she said, looking at the gun in her hand.
“There was this young couple, they fell in love and got married; their life was perfect. But you know what…” She paused and stared hard into Deji’s eyes.
“The lonely mother-in-law decided she was better than her daughter, so she took her husband when her daughter was away.” Damilola stared at the gun in her hand for a few seconds though it seemed like forever to Deji. Then she sharply raised her face to Deji and yelled, “You got my mother pregnant you asshole!”
Deji was flabbergasted, he couldn’t believe what he had just heard; his wife had gone mad. He looked from Dami’s face to her protruding belly and back to her face, completely lost for words.
Dami continued, “How could I ever have guessed that my own mother and my hus-”
“Stop it Dami!” he was on his feet, fuming.
“How can you even suggest such a thing, you are just unbelievable! Who has told you such a disgusting lie…who?!”
Dami stared at him, expressionless for a while before she burst into a wild laughter.
“Damilola, you need help,” Deji said as her laughter died down. “I’ll call the doctor”. He quickly scanned the couch for his phone, spotted it and grabbed it. “Beep, beep…boom.”

Dami stared at her husband’s body, he sat propped by the couch behind him with his legs wide apart and his head thrown back, mouth wide open. She moved closer and looked at his face, she had shot him between the eyes. She wondered if the bullet had blown a hole clean through but she didn’t want to check, seeing all that blood was almost nauseating. Damilola dragged herself to her bedroom. When she got to the door she couldn’t help but stare at the dead pregnant woman that lay just a few feet from her. It was her mother that lay dead, dead by her own daughter’s bullet. The woman had come to Dami crying, and begging for forgiveness, saying that she couldn’t live with herself anymore knowing she was pregnant for her daughter’s husband. She said it happened the very night Dami left the country for Dubai. The traffic was stagnant on their way from the airport, so they were forced to spend the night in a guest house. They had to share one room because all the others had been taken. That was six months ago now. By the time Dami returned, her mother had left for America.

Wait a minute; was it her mother that had told her the story herself or was it the voices in her head. She glanced at her mother one more time but this time she was not pregnant. The only pregnant woman in the room was Dami.

Damilola sat on her bed, sweating profusely. She put the gun to her head and pulled the trigger. “Click.” “Click, click, click.” The barrel was empty. Just at that moment, mother nature decided to show Dami how much control she had over the defenseless human; she began to feel the first signs of labour creep up on her.

Wow.
I wish there were a clapping emoticon.
It was full of suspense.

scincinlating thriller.........perfect

seunnla:
Wow.
I wish there were a clapping emoticon.
It was full of suspense.

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ololadeking:
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STABBED


With her eyelids gently fluttering open, she awoke to a new day; the D day. Ordinarily, the D day should have been yesterday, the deed-day. But today she did not feel so good, there was some nervous anticipation for what the day would bring, mixed in with a bit of dread and a tinge of regret. No, it wasn’t regret that she was feeling, it couldn’t be, had to be something else.

She turned to face Cee-Cee where she lay beside her. Her face was turned away, facing the wall, but she looked like any other sleeping person. Mimi got up and left the room for the kitchen where she knew her mom would be. Stopping at the doorway, she drew a deep breath and went to her mother who was stirring a sauce on the cooker.

“Good morning mommy”.

“Good morning dear. Sleep well?”

“Yea.”

“And Cee-Cee, is she still sleeping?”

“She is.”

“Okay, I cut two slices of yam for her, I’m not sure how many she would like.”

“That would do, she doesn’t eat much.”

“Alright, go set the table.”

They were halfway through breakfast when:

“Mimi, I think you should go wake Cee-Cee up. This is not the first time she is sleeping over and she usually doesn’t sleep this much.”

“Okay, mom.” Replied Mimi. She was nervous, she didn’t want to be but she was anyway. She got to her room and sat right next to Cee-Cee’s cold body. She took a minute or two to breathe and tried to clear her head. It was showtime. Showtime? Really Mimi?

She went back to the dining table and announced to her parents, “Cee-Cee is not waking up.”

Mrs. Brown hesitated for about three seconds as if she was contemplating what her daughter had said. Then she stood up, more like jumped up instantly, and went to her daughter’s room. Mr. Brown followed shortly. Mimi watched from the doorway as they tried fruitlessly to wake the sleeping beauty up. They eventually took her to the hospital where she was confirmed dead as the Browns, especially Mimi had known.

***
8 days after…

It all happened very fast. Agitated as they were, the Browns had called Cee-Cee’s parents at the hospital. They got there in less than two hours and they’d had the police with them. The Okochas had the Browns arrested there and then, not minding that both families had been close friends for almost six years. They were able to get out of police custody later but the result of an autopsy done on Cee-Cee concluded that it was a poison that had killed her and that the poison had been ingested not more than six hours before death. This meant that there was a very good chance that she’d been poisoned at the Brown’s, deliberately or nay.
***
Now, they were in court and it was Mimi’s turn to be questioned. She knew what to say, she knew she had to be afraid.

“Guilty or not guilty?” Pause. Everyone could taste the tension in the air getting stronger with every second that Mimi delayed her reply.

“Guilty.”

Naturally, there was an uproar in the court. Mimi could hear her mother’s wailing, “my child, my only child o…why nowww?”

When she heard the door shut and stopped hearing her mother’s voice, she knew her mother had left or had been taken out of the courtroom. The judge prodded Mimi to tell the court how she had killed Cee-Cee. It was then that she broke down. It was then that she felt the weight of what she had done. It was then that she knew that her life was over. What had she been thinking? She said she was sorry over and over again and explained amidst sobs how she had added poison to Cee-Cee’s dinner. As to why she had done it, she’d thought it was because of a grudge she had against Cee-Cee; something about stealing her boyfriend, but now she was not so sure. When she was asked where she got the poison, she frankly could not remember – how strange, even to her. The judge gave her a life sentence.
***
Kiri-kiri

Mimi had been here for two weeks and she’d only had a proper shower once, she had blisters on her palms from cutting grass, a broken tooth, and several bruises, most of which she’d gotten only yesterday. It was yesterday’s fight that landed her in solitary now. It was her first time in solitary and she might have liked it if it wasn’t so cold or wet or stinky. It was terribly dark too. Even if her eyes could adjust, there was nothing to see. It was like being locked in a concrete box, a concrete box with a hole for her waste.

“Mimi.” That voice always sent shivers down her spine.

“Mimi!” That voice – it was neither male nor female, child nor adult, one person nor more.

“So, you finally show up, after abandoning me.” Mimi spat.

“That was a fine show you put on at the court.”

“When am I getting out of here?” She thought she saw the source of the voice, a shadow. How could she see a shadow in such darkness?

“In two days” Now she was sure she saw it, she could not tell it’s shape or size, it was shapeless.

“I don’t mean solitary” She looked more closely. No, it was not shapeless, it was constantly changing shape from one thing she knew to another she didn’t.
“Oh. You got a life sentence, remember?” At that point, she snapped.

“WHAT?!! You never planned to get me out of here?!!! I killed my friend for you. God!! How could I have done that? What sort of spell was I under?” She broke down for real this time. She got up after a bit and slammed herself into the part of the wall where the shadow had been, but of course, it was long gone by then. She repeatedly slammed into the wall, ranting all the way. The wardens could hear her and so could most of the other inmates. She sounded like the mad woman she’d just become or the one she’d been marked to become.

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