Episode 18
“You have to tell me how you did it or i
swear, i will blow off your head right now. I
didn’t come all the way here to laugh with
you” i threatened seriously. Esther breathed
deeply, stared at me for some seconds
before shrugging.“fine, sit down you will
have your story” she said cautiously. “don’t
worry about me, just talk” i pushed on
harshly. “but why the fuck do you want to
know how your husband died?. Anyway here
is your story. You are still going down no
matter what” she said with a smile, reached
for the bottle of strong wine by her side,
poured out a shot and gulped it all down.
“you Africans are very dumb. You are nothing
but an opportunist.You deserve whatever that
is coming to you” she breathed fiercely. “do
you know that I’ve been with Damian since
my childhood. We were together all through
high school and college. We were together till
a silly friend of his dragged him to Africa.
Everything changed from that moment, but i
still waited and hoped. Then what?” she
stopped, shook her head, sucked on her
cigarette and blew out thick clouds of
smoke, equally studying me cautiously. “i
heard that a fucking black like you has
gotten him completely off the hook. It was
unbelievable. I couldn’t take it. I swore to
ruin everything” she poured out while my
hand trembled. “I made plans with my cousin
who agreed with me in everything. We all
joined Damian’s mother and her train.
Together we came to Nigeria” she stopped
and blew out more smoke from her mouth.
“do you smoke?” she asked quietly. “no just
continue with the story?” i urged. “we arrived
Nigeria and i still tried my best to stop him
from marrying you but no he wouldn’t listen.
So after the wedding when everyone was
carried away with excitement. I discreetly
told him to meet me at the garden by 12am.
It was a long wait, but he finally showed up
and i got him distracted while my cousin slit
him up. It was a clean revenge, but the
whole plan changed when we got to the room
and saw you deeply asleep. Instead of killing
you, we decided to pin the crime on you by
getting your prints on the murder weapon.
Unfortunately your mother inlaw spoiled
everything the next morning by pulling out
the knife from her dead son’s body. Anyway
you are still damned. I heard the case is
being moved over to my country” she
concluded with a laugh while a cold shiver
ran down my spine. That exact moment,
somebody pushed on the door leading to the
room which i earlier locked, drawing my
attention and equally making me take my
eyes off Esther. With that split opportunity,
she pounced on me like a tiger, knocked me
down and opened the room door. A white
muscular guy walked in and grinned at
me.“oh what do we have here?” he asked
with a cold smile. I instantly knew he was the
murderer. The idiot that murdered my
husband….
Episode 19
What’s going to be her fate…. Will she accept
it or turn things round? ..
Let’s read#
… I picked up my gun and nervously pointed
it at the huge white guy who simply scoffed,
drew forward and grabbed the gun, slapping
me at the same time and sending me down
with a ferocious kick on my left leg. “bitch”
he cursed coldly, while Esther placed a hand
on his shoulder and laughed. “i heard noises
from my room. I couldn’t imagine who you
were talking with by this hour, so i decided
to check up on you” he explained while she
nodded. “yea i knew you would come. That
was why i slightly raised up my voice when
talking to the idiot” she replied and spit on
me. I stared at them like a caged animal,
clueless on what next to do.The tape
however was still in my jacket recording
everything that was happening, but it equally
added to the tension in me.
I was scared they were going to search me
and discover it. “so what’s she doing here?”
he asked Esther who shrugged and eyed me.
“the bitch broke out of detention to query me
on how her silly husband died” she
answered. “now what do we do with her,
should we wake everyone in the house and
tell them of her presence?” she asked the
guy. “we have to tie her up first before
thinking of what to do next. Hold the gun, let
me go get a rope” he answered and passed
the gun to her. “don’t try anything funny if
you still value what’s left of your life” he
threatened and headed to the door while i
shook with fear. Fortunately as he opened
the door to leave the room, a big stick
landed on his head, sending him back to the
room with a powerful force while he
screamed out in pain. I couldn’t believe my
eyes as i saw my brother walk into the room
like a super hero. I was over joyed and
stunned. But my joy was short lived because
Esther instantly drew back with fear, aimed
and fired the only bullet in the gun at my
brother. “nooooooo” i screamed and leaped
at her like a hyena…. Of course the whole
plan looked ruined that fateful moment
[31/08 22:43] aiSTUFF photoGRAPHY: Episode 20.
…I couldn’t believe my eyes as i saw my
brother walk into the room like a super hero.
I was over joyed and stunned. But my joy
was short lived because Esther instantly drew
back with fear, aimed and fired the only
bullet in the gun at my brother. “nooooooo” i
screamed and leaped at her like a hyena….
Of course the whole plan looked ruined that
fateful moment.
…I pushed Esther to her bed, grabbed the gun
and rushed to my brother who luckily was
still standing. “are you hurt?” i asked
nervously. “thank God she missed, let’s get
out of here” he answered and held my hand,
but instantly, Esther grabbed me from behind
and dragged me back to the bed, delivering
few punches on my face. My brother tried
separating us but the muscular white guy
closed in on him, throwing out a punch
which my brother dodged. In no time, the
room turned into a battle field. My brother
and i desperately struggled to wade them off
and run away, while Esther and her guy did
everything possible to hold us back.
It really was a violent confrontation. In no
time we were all bleeding. However the
earlier gunshot and noise we made as we
fought soon attracted everyone in the house.
In a matter of minutes the room was filled
with surprised white folks, the two Nigerian
gate men and two other black male
servants.We were instantly separated and
surrounded while Esther smiled with a
triumphant look in her eyes. “they came to
murder us in our sleep. Can you imagine?.
She even brought a gun” She complained
breathlessly, while every other person in the
room gasped with shock. Damian’s mother
came forward and looked into my eyes. “how
did you get out of jail?, why did you kill
myson, why are you here?, and what did we
do to you?” she asked coldly. Tears fell from
my eyes, I breathed deeply and controlled
myself. I had to act cool. It was the first time
i was being given a listening ear. “I never
killed Damian, I never killed your son. I doubt
if any black woman will kill a man who has
good intentions for her. I came here
lookingfor answers. I had to brave all odds to
be here. The police believes Esther killed my
husband. I had no choice than to try get a
confession out of her” i poured out.“don’t
tell me you are listening to that bitch?” Esther
suddenly shouted. I turned, looked at herand
smiled.“oh no they won’t listen to me, but
will listen to this” i smiled, pulled out the
small recorder which surprising was still
recording, stopped it and turned on the
tape.The whole room went dead as everyone
listened…..
Episode 21.
…“don’t tell me you are listening to that
bitch?” Esther suddenly shouted. I turned,
looked at her and smiled. “oh no, they won’t
listen to me, but will listen to this” i smiled,
pulled out the small recorder which
surprising was still recording, stopped it and
turned on the tape. The whole room went
dead as everyone listened.
…The tape wasn’t as audible and clear as i
hoped it would be, nevertheless it was loud
enough for everyone in the room to listen
easily. My heart pounded with excitement as
everyone listened to Esther’s confession
which really was accurate and up to point.
Such a perfect confession it was.
…Seriously Esther underestimated me by not
thinking that i could come up with such
invention. Yea just like most of the white
folks in the room, she thought we blacks
were foolish and incapable of thinking
straight. I never knew what gave them such
mentality, however i must confess, none of
them uttered such word to my face but their
behaviour clearly showed the resentment.
The first rule of every fight is never to
underestimate your enemy but Esther clearly
abused that rule and sold out herself in a
way i never imagined. Seriously i never
expected her to give such detailed confession
to me. It was simply amazing and
unbelievable . HER behaviour was a very
stupid one but to be sincere nobody would
have expected a woman in my condition to
come up with such an awesome plan. She
never had any reason to believe that i could
come up with something very unique. In her
mind i was a very bitter woman who might
equally be mentally unstable due to the
trauma i was passing over my husband’s
death.
As the tape played, she slowly coloured up
while atmosphere in the room grew tense
and grim. I forced out a smile, nodding as
the message delivered across to everyone in
the ROOM. On getting to part where the fight
broke out. I switched off the tape and
breathed deeply.
“That’s what i came to get. That’s my
defence. I’m no murderer. You all heard the
confession” I breathed with satisfaction. My
brother came forward and took the recorder
from me while the muscular guy who fought
us minutes earlier, rushed to my gun which
was lying on Esther’s bed, but before he
could get to it, almost all the guys in the
room, rushed and held him down. Esther
slowly sat on the floor and cried. “This is a
set up. Nooo” she cried.
Damian’s mother drew forward, hugged me
and cried. “you just changed my believe
towards Nigerians. You went all the way to
the end of the road to prove your innocence.
You did what only few women will be brave
to do.
While i harboured my son’s killer, you took
every risk to find the truth” she cried bitterly.
“mum please stop. I’m just satisfied that
your eyes has opened” i breathed.
It was such an emotional scene. Oh, how i
wish you guys were there to witness it all.
So what happened after?? …Hmmmmmmm….
Final Episode
Detective Jeremiah walked into the room that
very moment with a smile on his face. “The
suspects are now in my custody but I’m
afraid I also have to take Mrs. Damian with
me. You know she’s supposed to be in jail”
he addressed the old lady who quickly
sprang up to my defense.
“She’s not going anywhere with you.
Moreover how the hell did she get out from
your custody in the first place? I don’t care
how you do the paperwork. She’s not
stepping her foot in any police premises
again” my mother in law protested while the
detective laughed and winked at me. “Please
you have to report to my office very early
tomorrow. Hope you understand” he said to
me, bowed to the old lady and headed out of
the room. My brother however left with him
while i spent the night with Damian’s mother
and we really spent the whole night
discussing and consoling each other like two
old sisters….
______I returned to my brother’s house by
7am the next day, Spent some happy
moments with my sick mother before
freshening up for the busy day ahead. I
equally called my old father on phone and
broke the good news to him.
Finally four days later, I travelled to the
village with my mother and devoted three
weeks of my time caring for her. I equally
used the opportunity to make peace with God
and seek his forgiveness.
Slowly the fourth week approached, bringing
more bright moments into my life. I was now
a changed person. A strong Christian and a
cheerful giver. But the most surprising
moment of it all was when Damian’s mother
surprised me with a visit early Tuesday
morning of the fourth week. I never knew she
was in Nigeria nor had any idea she was
coming to my village. She came with my
brother who smiled as he noticed the
surprised look on my face. “We came to get
you young lady” the old woman said as she
hugged me. Three days later I found myself
in America. Hmmm the reception they all
gave me over there was quite stunning and
three days after, more good news graced me.
I did a pregnancy test which confirmed i was
pregnant. But it never really was all fun to me
over there because I had to perform the last
burial rites for my husband and equally
testify on Esther’s trial, something I sincerely
wanted to avoid but had to do in the end.
Esther got twenty five years sentence with
her accomplice at the end of the day.
As at the time of writing this story, I’m still
in the states with Damian’s mother. Yea I’m
happy but not entirely happy because no
matter what, I’m still a widow.
As for detective Jeremiah, I promised to
handle the education of his first child,
equally promising to take the boy along to
the states the next time i travel home.
The detective was like an angel to me and
without him, I won’t be writing this story.
THE END
“You have to tell me how you did it or i
swear, i will blow off your head right now. I
didn’t come all the way here to laugh with
you” i threatened seriously. Esther breathed
deeply, stared at me for some seconds
before shrugging.“fine, sit down you will
have your story” she said cautiously. “don’t
worry about me, just talk” i pushed on
harshly. “but why the fuck do you want to
know how your husband died?. Anyway here
is your story. You are still going down no
matter what” she said with a smile, reached
for the bottle of strong wine by her side,
poured out a shot and gulped it all down.
“you Africans are very dumb. You are nothing
but an opportunist.You deserve whatever that
is coming to you” she breathed fiercely. “do
you know that I’ve been with Damian since
my childhood. We were together all through
high school and college. We were together till
a silly friend of his dragged him to Africa.
Everything changed from that moment, but i
still waited and hoped. Then what?” she
stopped, shook her head, sucked on her
cigarette and blew out thick clouds of
smoke, equally studying me cautiously. “i
heard that a fucking black like you has
gotten him completely off the hook. It was
unbelievable. I couldn’t take it. I swore to
ruin everything” she poured out while my
hand trembled. “I made plans with my cousin
who agreed with me in everything. We all
joined Damian’s mother and her train.
Together we came to Nigeria” she stopped
and blew out more smoke from her mouth.
“do you smoke?” she asked quietly. “no just
continue with the story?” i urged. “we arrived
Nigeria and i still tried my best to stop him
from marrying you but no he wouldn’t listen.
So after the wedding when everyone was
carried away with excitement. I discreetly
told him to meet me at the garden by 12am.
It was a long wait, but he finally showed up
and i got him distracted while my cousin slit
him up. It was a clean revenge, but the
whole plan changed when we got to the room
and saw you deeply asleep. Instead of killing
you, we decided to pin the crime on you by
getting your prints on the murder weapon.
Unfortunately your mother inlaw spoiled
everything the next morning by pulling out
the knife from her dead son’s body. Anyway
you are still damned. I heard the case is
being moved over to my country” she
concluded with a laugh while a cold shiver
ran down my spine. That exact moment,
somebody pushed on the door leading to the
room which i earlier locked, drawing my
attention and equally making me take my
eyes off Esther. With that split opportunity,
she pounced on me like a tiger, knocked me
down and opened the room door. A white
muscular guy walked in and grinned at
me.“oh what do we have here?” he asked
with a cold smile. I instantly knew he was the
murderer. The idiot that murdered my
husband….
Episode 19
What’s going to be her fate…. Will she accept
it or turn things round? ..
Let’s read#
… I picked up my gun and nervously pointed
it at the huge white guy who simply scoffed,
drew forward and grabbed the gun, slapping
me at the same time and sending me down
with a ferocious kick on my left leg. “bitch”
he cursed coldly, while Esther placed a hand
on his shoulder and laughed. “i heard noises
from my room. I couldn’t imagine who you
were talking with by this hour, so i decided
to check up on you” he explained while she
nodded. “yea i knew you would come. That
was why i slightly raised up my voice when
talking to the idiot” she replied and spit on
me. I stared at them like a caged animal,
clueless on what next to do.The tape
however was still in my jacket recording
everything that was happening, but it equally
added to the tension in me.
I was scared they were going to search me
and discover it. “so what’s she doing here?”
he asked Esther who shrugged and eyed me.
“the bitch broke out of detention to query me
on how her silly husband died” she
answered. “now what do we do with her,
should we wake everyone in the house and
tell them of her presence?” she asked the
guy. “we have to tie her up first before
thinking of what to do next. Hold the gun, let
me go get a rope” he answered and passed
the gun to her. “don’t try anything funny if
you still value what’s left of your life” he
threatened and headed to the door while i
shook with fear. Fortunately as he opened
the door to leave the room, a big stick
landed on his head, sending him back to the
room with a powerful force while he
screamed out in pain. I couldn’t believe my
eyes as i saw my brother walk into the room
like a super hero. I was over joyed and
stunned. But my joy was short lived because
Esther instantly drew back with fear, aimed
and fired the only bullet in the gun at my
brother. “nooooooo” i screamed and leaped
at her like a hyena…. Of course the whole
plan looked ruined that fateful moment
[31/08 22:43] aiSTUFF photoGRAPHY: Episode 20.
…I couldn’t believe my eyes as i saw my
brother walk into the room like a super hero.
I was over joyed and stunned. But my joy
was short lived because Esther instantly drew
back with fear, aimed and fired the only
bullet in the gun at my brother. “nooooooo” i
screamed and leaped at her like a hyena….
Of course the whole plan looked ruined that
fateful moment.
…I pushed Esther to her bed, grabbed the gun
and rushed to my brother who luckily was
still standing. “are you hurt?” i asked
nervously. “thank God she missed, let’s get
out of here” he answered and held my hand,
but instantly, Esther grabbed me from behind
and dragged me back to the bed, delivering
few punches on my face. My brother tried
separating us but the muscular white guy
closed in on him, throwing out a punch
which my brother dodged. In no time, the
room turned into a battle field. My brother
and i desperately struggled to wade them off
and run away, while Esther and her guy did
everything possible to hold us back.
It really was a violent confrontation. In no
time we were all bleeding. However the
earlier gunshot and noise we made as we
fought soon attracted everyone in the house.
In a matter of minutes the room was filled
with surprised white folks, the two Nigerian
gate men and two other black male
servants.We were instantly separated and
surrounded while Esther smiled with a
triumphant look in her eyes. “they came to
murder us in our sleep. Can you imagine?.
She even brought a gun” She complained
breathlessly, while every other person in the
room gasped with shock. Damian’s mother
came forward and looked into my eyes. “how
did you get out of jail?, why did you kill
myson, why are you here?, and what did we
do to you?” she asked coldly. Tears fell from
my eyes, I breathed deeply and controlled
myself. I had to act cool. It was the first time
i was being given a listening ear. “I never
killed Damian, I never killed your son. I doubt
if any black woman will kill a man who has
good intentions for her. I came here
lookingfor answers. I had to brave all odds to
be here. The police believes Esther killed my
husband. I had no choice than to try get a
confession out of her” i poured out.“don’t
tell me you are listening to that bitch?” Esther
suddenly shouted. I turned, looked at herand
smiled.“oh no they won’t listen to me, but
will listen to this” i smiled, pulled out the
small recorder which surprising was still
recording, stopped it and turned on the
tape.The whole room went dead as everyone
listened…..
Episode 21.
…“don’t tell me you are listening to that
bitch?” Esther suddenly shouted. I turned,
looked at her and smiled. “oh no, they won’t
listen to me, but will listen to this” i smiled,
pulled out the small recorder which
surprising was still recording, stopped it and
turned on the tape. The whole room went
dead as everyone listened.
…The tape wasn’t as audible and clear as i
hoped it would be, nevertheless it was loud
enough for everyone in the room to listen
easily. My heart pounded with excitement as
everyone listened to Esther’s confession
which really was accurate and up to point.
Such a perfect confession it was.
…Seriously Esther underestimated me by not
thinking that i could come up with such
invention. Yea just like most of the white
folks in the room, she thought we blacks
were foolish and incapable of thinking
straight. I never knew what gave them such
mentality, however i must confess, none of
them uttered such word to my face but their
behaviour clearly showed the resentment.
The first rule of every fight is never to
underestimate your enemy but Esther clearly
abused that rule and sold out herself in a
way i never imagined. Seriously i never
expected her to give such detailed confession
to me. It was simply amazing and
unbelievable . HER behaviour was a very
stupid one but to be sincere nobody would
have expected a woman in my condition to
come up with such an awesome plan. She
never had any reason to believe that i could
come up with something very unique. In her
mind i was a very bitter woman who might
equally be mentally unstable due to the
trauma i was passing over my husband’s
death.
As the tape played, she slowly coloured up
while atmosphere in the room grew tense
and grim. I forced out a smile, nodding as
the message delivered across to everyone in
the ROOM. On getting to part where the fight
broke out. I switched off the tape and
breathed deeply.
“That’s what i came to get. That’s my
defence. I’m no murderer. You all heard the
confession” I breathed with satisfaction. My
brother came forward and took the recorder
from me while the muscular guy who fought
us minutes earlier, rushed to my gun which
was lying on Esther’s bed, but before he
could get to it, almost all the guys in the
room, rushed and held him down. Esther
slowly sat on the floor and cried. “This is a
set up. Nooo” she cried.
Damian’s mother drew forward, hugged me
and cried. “you just changed my believe
towards Nigerians. You went all the way to
the end of the road to prove your innocence.
You did what only few women will be brave
to do.
While i harboured my son’s killer, you took
every risk to find the truth” she cried bitterly.
“mum please stop. I’m just satisfied that
your eyes has opened” i breathed.
It was such an emotional scene. Oh, how i
wish you guys were there to witness it all.
So what happened after?? …Hmmmmmmm….
Final Episode
Detective Jeremiah walked into the room that
very moment with a smile on his face. “The
suspects are now in my custody but I’m
afraid I also have to take Mrs. Damian with
me. You know she’s supposed to be in jail”
he addressed the old lady who quickly
sprang up to my defense.
“She’s not going anywhere with you.
Moreover how the hell did she get out from
your custody in the first place? I don’t care
how you do the paperwork. She’s not
stepping her foot in any police premises
again” my mother in law protested while the
detective laughed and winked at me. “Please
you have to report to my office very early
tomorrow. Hope you understand” he said to
me, bowed to the old lady and headed out of
the room. My brother however left with him
while i spent the night with Damian’s mother
and we really spent the whole night
discussing and consoling each other like two
old sisters….
______I returned to my brother’s house by
7am the next day, Spent some happy
moments with my sick mother before
freshening up for the busy day ahead. I
equally called my old father on phone and
broke the good news to him.
Finally four days later, I travelled to the
village with my mother and devoted three
weeks of my time caring for her. I equally
used the opportunity to make peace with God
and seek his forgiveness.
Slowly the fourth week approached, bringing
more bright moments into my life. I was now
a changed person. A strong Christian and a
cheerful giver. But the most surprising
moment of it all was when Damian’s mother
surprised me with a visit early Tuesday
morning of the fourth week. I never knew she
was in Nigeria nor had any idea she was
coming to my village. She came with my
brother who smiled as he noticed the
surprised look on my face. “We came to get
you young lady” the old woman said as she
hugged me. Three days later I found myself
in America. Hmmm the reception they all
gave me over there was quite stunning and
three days after, more good news graced me.
I did a pregnancy test which confirmed i was
pregnant. But it never really was all fun to me
over there because I had to perform the last
burial rites for my husband and equally
testify on Esther’s trial, something I sincerely
wanted to avoid but had to do in the end.
Esther got twenty five years sentence with
her accomplice at the end of the day.
As at the time of writing this story, I’m still
in the states with Damian’s mother. Yea I’m
happy but not entirely happy because no
matter what, I’m still a widow.
As for detective Jeremiah, I promised to
handle the education of his first child,
equally promising to take the boy along to
the states the next time i travel home.
The detective was like an angel to me and
without him, I won’t be writing this story.
THE END
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