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You All Killed Me!!! by Daniel7978(m): 10:53am On Jun 23, 2016 |
I was a big dreamer, so it was easy..I made fantasies
out of everything that picked my interest. More than
once I had watched as a child the painful and rather
disturbing, brutal elimination of another individual,
the Pm news called it a "Mob attack".
I had always imagined the sheer thoughtlessness and
dead consciousness a person must possess to pound
another till the streets were decorated with his blood
and skull fragments.
Once I had seen a woman light a man up while
others helped by beating him down as he groaned in
agony, his skin peeling off as the smell of burning
flesh and tyre filled the air. I asked Chioma our maid
what the man had done, she replied that he
attempted stealing a can of malt. That odor stuck in
my memory and never left...often the smell of
burning tyre had me looking for a charred body with
its hands twisted and mangled a testimony of untold
agony and pain.
As I departed for work that sunny Monday morning, I
didn't envisage the events that would befall me..Oh! if
only I had a glimpse but that was not to be.
The day went by so fast and so also did the days
choice of concluding events. Luck was definitely not
paying me a friendly visit, calamity knocked on my
door and I answered.
Now here I lay, all I could taste was my blood.
I could read the Pm news, it would say:
"MAN 22, BURNT TO DEATH!"
Someone would snap his fingers at the news paper
stand and shake his head in a mixture of pity and
approval as he read the headline, Mama at home
would certainly not recognize my corpse on TV,
never! Her Ikenna would never be a victim of such.
With a nod she would warn Chiemelu not steal or be
at the wrong place at the wrong time. She believed
such fate could never befall her or anyone whe knew.
If only she could see me her Doctor, her Nkem, her
bobo, her "come and massage my back expert" she
would realise just how sneaky fate was.
Tears and blood cover my face as another stick lands
on my face. I hear a pop! sound, something felt amiss
in my face, my thoughts jumbled as I began to drift
away.
Someone yelled "put the tyre well and pour the fuel!"
But it was too late.... I was gone.
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