AN EYE FOR AN EYE (PART 5)
(A STORY OF UNFORGIVENESS WRITTEN BASED ON PERSONAL EXPERIENCE)
The outcome of the visit to Alfa’s place left everyone surprised. They said the Alfa clearly told them that Tunde stole the phone (The guy that came from the next house to borrow matches from me).
The Alfa also told them that he had sold the phone already. He said it was from the money Tunde realised from the sale of the phone that he paid 3000 naira to the police, and in exactly 3 days, he would use the remaining money to travel to his village to celebrate Christmas and New Year.
I was told that they asked the Alfa to make him confess, so that the police would seize him at once.
The Alfa said it is very possible, that they can make him use his mouth to tell everyone that he stole the phone, but once he says it, that’s how he’ll continue to say it for the rest of his life and it can’t be reversed. Haa, Isn’t that madness? That was too much!
Simon’s parents were only interested in knowing the real thief and clearing their son’s name, not hurting anyone, so they opted out.
I was angry, I wanted to go and confront Tunde and blast him. I wanted to call him a thief to his face but Auntie Seun stopped me, she talk say dem no born me well. She explained the reason why I must not do that; she told me that it may lead another uproar that can cause inviting police again and I’d have to bring out my evidence against him. I was like… “ehen now, that’s easy, sebi I will tell the police that it was one alfa that told us he stole the phone”. Auntie Seun said the police will arrest the alfa and ask him how he made his own investigation. So, if I like myself, I should not complicate issues by starting what I would not be able to finish.
Tor, las las, knowing the real thief couldn’t clear my name and redeem my image, because it was only Auntie Seun and Simo’s family that were aware of the Alfa’s arrangement. The only relief I got was the few people who were aware of the low-key investigation.
As for my phone, the 3-days grace period elapsed and off it went! 😭😭😭😭
I felt like 3 days grace period was too short, but I had no choice than to accept things as they were. After all, I was at the mercy of the money lender.
I had even looked away right from the day the phone was used as collateral. Who would have given me 3k, especially as I didn’t want that story to come out of Kwara state. I didn’t want to tell anyone, so, that made seeking for help difficult.
3 days after Simo’s parents visited Alfa, something unusual and unbelievable happened.
I saw Tunde dusting his travelling bag, just as Alfa earlier predicted. E be like movie oo. Out of curiosity, I asked what he was up to and he said he wanted to go and celebrate December in Gbangan (his village)…E shock you abi? E shock me too.
At that point, I didn’t know where one raging anger arose from. I began to place curses on the person that stole the phone, though I didn’t mention anybody’s name. You need to see Tunde’s expression, he almost used his hand to cover my mouth. But I no gree oo, I cursed and cursed, and added some jara for Auntie hook up and her Alhaji. Na Auntie Seun come pursue me from that place…… May God reverse all the negative pronouncements I’ve made concerning them. Vex no good.
But curses didn’t do justice for me, I had my own plans to take my pound of flesh my own way.
People of God, Tunde travelled that day and he didn’t return till I left Ilorin.
By January, the holiday was over and I returned to Kogi State. I begged that my big Auntie that took me to Kwara not to tell anyone about all that happened in Kwara, not even my parents. I was concerned about how I would start convincing everyone that I didn’t take the phone. Though, I was sure that my parents would believe me, because they knew me, but what about the outsiders?
I also didn’t like the idea of people finding out that I spent 3 good days in the police cell. My place in Kogi is just a small village, news won’t take long before spreading. I was afraid of experiencing another round of the stigmatization.
Although I had left Kwara, flashes of the way I was whipped mercilessly and how I screamed in pain continued to reappear in my head, more like a trauma. I started nurturing deep hatred and unforgiveness towards Auntie hook up, her Alhaji and Tunde.
The devil took advantage of my state of mind to convince me that I would never find peace unless I took revenge. There was a burning desire for vengeance. I wanted her and everyone she loved to go through double of the pain she made me go through.
I vowed that no matter the number of years it would take me, I would find her and Alhaji, torture and destroy them. I believed that was my destiny, and it would not matter if I got caught and sentenced to death or life imprisonment. All that mattered was fulfilling my destiny; taking revenge.
I was aware of the consequences of such atrocity, but I didn’t care. The devil convinced me that I would find rest once I finished them. The devil gave me false courage and reassured me that I was born for that mission.
Years passed but the desire got stronger and the hate grew bigger in my heart. I was hungry for success and affluence. I didn’t want to get to the top to make my family proud. I wanted a spot at the top to exert my revenge on my offenders. I be like president of one country like that (abeg I no mention name oo😜).
I had no peace, I had no joy, I accommodated bitterness in my heart for these years.
And you know that the devil is a bastard, he is an enhancer of evil plans, so don’t even think the devil won’t join the dots of how I’ll take my revenge for me. Bad plans are usually very easy to execute. Na good things dey hard.
Find out how I executed my revenge plan in the final episode….
©John Adesogan
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