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June 23rd 2017, it was a Friday.

And it was my birthday.

Emmanuel’s body was to be laid to rest in Dunukofia.

I was on black turtle neck and jean wishing this black Friday never came.

With tears rolling down my eyes and a pistol tucked into my inner wear i was thinking deep.

I was really thinking.



9am and alcoholic drinks were flying up and down.

“Why people go dey drink for person burial?” I thought to myself.

In my burial no body should share alcoholic drink, no food, no canopy, no chair; everybody stand. I will make sure that it is done.
But would I be alive to make sure it happens?

The dead don’t act.



“Flow make we go follow those boys share drinks na” Snow tapped me.
He cared more of sharing drinking in the funeral of his friend while the killers are going about freely.

I prayed Diva’s plan works out.

My phone rang, it was Diva.

“Babe! Where are you……………… Golden gate hotel, okay I will be there right on time!” I snitched to receive the call.

“why this girl say make I come na, 10 O’clock never nak na!” I wondered.


The gun on me was affecting my walking step, I wasn’t comfortable, yet I managed, if that was the burden I would bear to bring to book the killer’s of Emmanuel Okoli.



Dunukofia Local Government is indeed a beautiful mini-town, the reek of palm wine here and there, the zooming of motorbikes, the moody soil, the gigantic trees, Millipede crawling almost to one’s mouth, the high rise buildings, at busy junctions it feels like my pocket have been picked.

“why my money?” I asked an innocent bike man “I don loss money!”

“Money! No be your money dey your hand!” I was losing it.

Was it the gun.

“Abeg carry me go Golden gate hotel, how much?”

“Thlee Hundled Naila” He said.


The bike had zoomed off when I started feeling my heart beat Fifty times per second just like in 2015.

In 2015 my heart beat Sixty times before I was pushed out of a moving bus by the bus conductor all because I couldn’t pay complete fare.

That was when I was hungrily job hunting and wore one shoe for Five years.



“You glee for the Thlee Hundled Naila wey I ter you” The bike man reminded me.

“Yes I gree” Lest I am pushed off the bike.

“we don dey reach abi” I needed the bike to increase speed and get to Golden gate hotel so I and Diva will start executing the golden plan.
“Yes, we go soon reach!”




“Oboy oooh!” The bike man exclaimed.
“Wetin be that?”

“Look na!” He motioned, “see traffic for front!”

“Traffic! Ehn no wahala na, you go maneuver am”
“No no, this one no be to maneuver am ooh, uwe ojii people dey stop bike dey search people wey carry Anuru oh!”

“But you no carry Anuru na, abi you carry?” I was curious.
“I no carry ooh, abi you carry?” The bike man asked.

“I no carry ooh, I resemble person wey dey smoke?”
I wasn’t carrying Indian hemp, but I carried Chicken lap.


I was dead.

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“Stop!! Come down for search!” One dark Police officer wasn’t smile at all.


“Come down na! abi you carry igboh!” The bike man ordered.

“Me! Igboh? I no carry Igboh Ooh! I carry…………….” Urine was everywhere.

“You carry wetin?” The Police officer yelled.

“i……. i…… i…….. I carry Ga…… Ga…… Gar…… Garri” I stammered.

“Where the garri?” The Police officer’s voice sent cold shivers down my spine.

“See…See…See the garri here!” I brought out the quarter sack measure of garri.

“You sure say na Garri be this?” He asked.

“Na Garri na, na……na………… na.... Ita…... Ita……” I almost said Italian garri “Na…. na…. Itagbolo garri” How on earth i altered such rubbish, i wondered.

“Why the Garri com wet?” The officer asked.

“Naso e be, na cooked garri” My brain was shaking.

“Oga officer no vex, the guy buy this garri for that market small rain fall for the garri nahim make e wet small”

“Rain fall for your trouser too abi?” The Officer noticed heavy irrigation in my lower frame.

“No na water, I drink pure water e com pour me for body!”

“Una sure say Igboh no dey inside this garri?” The officer said as we zoomed off.
“No officer, nothing dey inside ooh!” My heartbeat dropped.




“Chairman person wey dem catch with bad thing like gun, wetin them go do am?” I needed to know.
“Ahhhhh, them go arrest you ooh, them fit shoot you first before them go arrest your dead body”

“God forbid bad thing! No be me them shoot!”

Yet again I was save by the bell.

Thank God the officer did not search inside the sack of garri.

Thank God.





Carrying a sack of garri containing pistol I entered Golden gate hotel seeing nothing golden about the hotel but the lips of the receptionist.

“Sir you can’t carry that into the hotel room!” The beautiful receptionist said.

“I am not going into the room to cook ooh, I just want to see my friend Juliet, she is in room 12”

“Sir you can see her, but I will not allow you enter the room with the sack” The receptionist reminded.

“But the sack contains garri I just brought front my village in Dunukofia!”

“You know what, I will help you call Miss Juliet while I keep this sack here” She gesture the security man to carry the sack.

After the call ended she said; “Miss Juliet will be coming to meet you here, when you are leaving the hotel you will leave with the sack!”

Juliet cat walked towards me with a very beautifully short mini skirt that was when I noticed the air conditioning in the reception had drained the irrigation on my trouser.


“Hi Flow babe!” She held my hand, “You came right on time”

“I know!”

“Come let us go to the room, I have something to show you before we execute our plan”

My volcano had erected and I was wishing we were heading to the room for sex.

“Diva! Always beautiful, her skin na gold!” I said to myself as I walked behind her, “Diva even na one round you go give me before we start anything ooh!”

She opened the door and I was shocked at who I saw seated on the bed.

“Bayo! Bayo!” I was about to flee.

“If you move, you will be a goner!!” My body moved but my legs were stiff.

The door was shot by two hefty men standing by my side, then one hit me hard on the head with the gun he held followed by a punch to my stomach that sent me sitting on the floor.

“Collect his gun from him!” How did Bayo know I was coming with a gun.


“Handcuff him!” Diva commanded one of the huge men.

chei na wa o,one day one trouble.

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