Aunty clara - Season 1 - Episode 16

6 years ago

Aunty clara - Season 1 - Episode 16

☆☆

I was immediately woken up by about 4am,
by a loud cry, a cry of pain, someone was in
trouble, and am sure most people were woken
up too. The noise came from outside, it
sounded like that of Adamu together with
various other voices who were shouting in
Hausa language which I didn’t understand,
my ears immediately recognised the clanging
of Machetes and I could hear someone being
kicked and beaten, i could hear the slap on a
bare body, with this, the m0an!ng and
shouting got louder, I was now convinced it
was Adamu, when i tried to stand up from the
parlour chair, I noticed someone was lying on
my lap, it was Tiffany, we must have talked
for so long that we slept off together, I
thanked God her Granny was old, and if
Tiffany was lucky Granny would not even
notice that she had slept out that night. Clara
came running to the parlour and held me
close trembling with fear, before we knew it,
Adamu’s shouting soared high as he was
administered heavy matchet blows, he
squalled like a dog being led to the abattoir,
this were followed by deafening gun shots
which brought Adamu’s outcry to an abrupt
end, hearing this my mind quickly flashed
back to the altercation that ensued some
days back between Adamu and a Haggard
looking fellow, though I didn’t know how it all
ended but I reasoned the fellow must have
brought re-enforcement to avenge the assault
done to him, though I never liked Adamu but I
prayed that he should survive the attack.

Adamu died that night, in a pool of his own
blood, he had been made a sport of, his body
was full of deep cuts and his throat was slit
open, he la!d down there lifeless with his
brown shirt which had turned to red. He was
whisked away by the paramedics in an
ambulance at about 6 am but Adamu was
already long gone, there were many stories
surrounding his death some said he killed
himself, others said the police came and killed
him because he was a member of the boko-
haram, but the most convincing of them all,
was that the guy he assaulted that day had
come back with his gang for revenge which
led to Adamu’s death. It was said that due to
the fellows rugged appearance, Adamu had
tried to barricade him from entering the
compound, and had giving him a cut on the
back with his machete when he punched him.

Anyway that was how we lost Adamu that
night, rumour later had it that the culprits
were all arrested and were each giving life
sentences. It amazed me however the alacrity
with which this certain group of people were
enraged and how a thing as murder could
result from such minor provocation, I guess it
is true what they say ‘A hungry man is an
Angry man’.

*JOURNEY BACK TO CALABAR*

It was my third week in Abuja, and though I
had enjoyed myself so far I really didn’t have
the adventures I had hoped for, but all these
didn’t matter anymore, because Clara was to
travel out of the country on a seminar and I
couldn’t be left alone in Abuja with strangers.
On a Tuesday morning she came and relayed
the sad news to me, to say the least it was
disheartening. I was to take a flight back to
calabar that afternoon. I didn’t achieve much,
I didn’t get to lay s*xy** Clara, I didn’t get to
feel Wilma’s b0s0ms, I saw it but I couldn’t
touch, I didn’t even get to kiss Tiffany, highest
I got was a hug which was given with much
begging on my part, I was to go back home
an unfulfilled man .