She plans to kill me

Queen Jezebel

" When we told him he was going to wipe out a whole family, he thought he was smart and would not do such a thing." Jezebel said as she lit a cigarette in a guest house. " How could he have guessed it was not about any estate but about his in-laws? Jezebel rules."

" I trust you Queen Jezebel." Said a man clad only in pants, lying on a king-sized bed.

She was wearing a skinny jeans which as usual showed her body parts.

" Did you hear of the accident today?"

" No."

" A man hawking beverages was hit and killed."

The man chuckled.

"The man you used to sell the poison? I wonder how you do this things so quickly."

" King Hamaas, dirt could lead to disease. Always clean up."

" So, all witnesses are gone."

" Yes."

" Please come and join me....remove those clothes."

" Did you get it?'

" What did you expect? Why do you think I am in the mood for celebration?"

Her drug induced protuberant eyes widened in excitement.

" Where is it?"

He showed it to her. She flipped through the pages then heaved a sigh.

" After a thousand years, I finally got it." She said blissfully.

" But the boy saw you, he knows you, have you thought about that?"

" Yes. He will never see me again. He is going to be sentenced to death."

" How sure are you about that?"

" I was with Justice Kasimu for two days. I made sure he would not have the liberty of life sentence. He is going to be condemned."

The big man felt his bile rising.

" Two days." He said bitterly. " Jezebel, why not get married to me? I don't want to share you with any man. "

She grinned, turned her back on him and shook her enormous buttocks.

" You want all these to yourself?"

" More than that, Queen. I want all of you."

" What about your wife and children?"

" The decision is yours. All I want is to get married to you."

" Awwnn, you are such a darling."she began to pull off her clothes coquettishly until she was left in underwear. The big man was now phallus, eager, hungry, and overwhelmed.

She began to give him a slow dance, with imaginary rhythm, showing him her back, front, side and everything to arouse him.

" Tonight is the night for celebration." She said, " we have been on this for three years. Uthman was indeed a stubborn man. He escaped all our plans until this swell idea popped into my head."

" You got brains Jezebel."

" Now we got it and all witnesses are gone. I think I need wine."

" Can't we have a quick** before the drink?"

" It won't take long." She said and put her hand in her bag. " Have you thought of something?'

" What?"

" Something could be traced to you." She removed a pistol and pointed it at him.

" Jezebel...."

" You got a hand in the recovery of the file. And when you are gotten, I am.""Please stop the joke. I can handle it, I was very meticulous...."

"You had me for three years, we made some dirty deals together, I gave you a lot of information and we made money....you have expired."

She pulled the trigger twice and lodged two bullets into his chest. He fell on his back, bleeding, wriggling as life slowly drifted out of him.

Making sure he was dead, she went to him, turned her back and rubbed his face with her buttocks .

" Farewell Hamisu Barau. It was nice when it lasted."

She hurriedly dressed up, and went to the window, then called the gatekeeper. The middle aged man came and she asked him to come into the room. Immediately he entered, she shot him twice. He dropped dead without having the chance to wonder why he was killed.

She looked at the position. Good. She took the shot from the angle Hamisu's body was lying. She looked again, the position were okay.

She then put the gun she used in killing Hamisu and put it in the gatekeeper's hand, making sure he had his finger prints on it.

The next thing she did was to put the gun she used in killing the gate keeper in Hamisu's hand. Very good. Then she sent some messages into the gatekeeper's phone.

WE ARE COMING. KILL HIM BEFORE WE COME AND MAKE SURE YOU GET THE MONEY.

The police would not know the exact time the shootings took place. She removed the SIM card she used to send the fictitious message and broke it, and flushed it in the restroom. She now got some wad of cash, golden wristwatch belonging to Hamisu and put in the guard's pocket. Very good.

She carried her bag and walked out majestically. As she opened the gate and went out, walking towards where she parked her car, she wondered how the headlines would be.

DSS DIRECTOR FOUND DEAD IN HIS GUEST HOUSE;

GATEKEEPER AND DSS DIRECTOR DIE AFTER A FIRE EXCHANGE;

DSS DIRECTOR ROBBED AND KILLED BY GUARD;

DSS DIRECTOR, HAMISU BARAU DIES

She wished she could choose one for them. She could have been a good journalist.

She chuckled at the thought. She put the file on the passenger's seat. She was going to burn it and that was the end of her travail. That file would have taken a lot of people down. It stunk. Uthman was a pain, a gadfly who deserved to die ten times but what? Jezebel always won. She lit a cigarette

and put on the car CD player as Tupac's Machiavelli The Don began to blare. She began to rap along Shakur. A nice day.

2008

" I was taken away," Danny continued, " and tortured, asking me to confess, name my accomplices, who I worked for. Nothing I said made sense to them. But the psychological torture was more pernicious. I could not get Teetee out of my head ,her image, memories kept taunting me. The fact that I gave them what killed them made it worse.

I was shattered beyond description. I found it hard to ingest anything or talk. Too many things go on in my head and this feelings have not changed. I have not spoken more than twenty words at once since 2006.

I was charged to court and the travails of my family continued. The case was expensive, hiring a SAN, prolonging the case which lasted for two years. I was only sentenced last month. Our dad died years ago and all we had was properties which generated income for our upkeep.

Rents were paid yearly and it was not enough to pay the senior advocates so they started selling my assets. The houses went one after the other. I told them to sell the pharmacy and give the money to Teetee's relatives because I had forfeited the money she owed me.

I did not wait for fiqh to know if I was responsible for their deaths or not. Six souls. I fasted sixty for each in prison. One year none stop fasting. When my properties finished, Denny started selling his until we were left with zilch.My family members were desperate so they kept spending money with the hope that I will be exonerated but the evidence against me was convincing. It was a perfect set-up. While the DSS asked me to tag along with the murder plan, the criminals kept recording our meeting. It was later I realised that the name they kept mentioning was UM which meant Uthman Bamanga.

I also realised that they mentioned an address which was Mallam Uthman's but I did not take note believing the deal would not even happen. The DSS denied having knowledge of the set-up but I remember vividly Mallam Uthman informed his boss.

The boss did not keep official record. He could not testify because he was found dead. Last month, I got tired of the whole thing so I pleaded guilty. I was going to be found guilty anyway but the suffering had to stop.

That is my story, Barrister. You can see why I don't want you to waste your time. I have accepted my faith. God is my witness and that is most important."

Maryam had been trying to hide her face, the tears that had been coming from her eyes. It was hard, she was trying to be more professional but the human side of her got hold of her. This was a victim of circumstances in front of her. A condemned young man, who's dream were shattered, with a twin brother who sheared a strong bond, a mum who was a widow, and  lost everything.

But there something else she found out but felt it was not the right time to talk about it. She could still see the pain, vacuum, and space in his eyes. She would not give up on him. It was a difficult case, more especially for an inexperienced lawyer like her, who probably may have to face senior advocates.

But she just could not let this young man die without a fight, not after knowing the truth and confirming it. She knew some things he did not know. She was in Ibadan and something popped up.

" God is your witness and He knows the truth but that is not reason enough to let history have you as a murderer and cultist. The Prophet SAW knew God was always a witness but when he was in ittiqaf and one of his wives visited him, a companion saw them and turned away. The holy one knew God was a witness but he called the companion and told him it was his wife.

When a man is given a wife and dowry is paid, God is witness but the Prophet said it should be solemnised in the presence of witnesses. God is your witness but we still have to fight for your innocence, and your life. You have a family and Fateemah would not wish this for you. You need to live to pray for her.

I don't think there is anyone left who would remember her like you do. I know you pray for her but do it for longer time and that means living. I am going to fight for you. I beg of you to give me the chance. I need your maximum cooperation. I am happy you opened up to me. After two visits of not uttering a single word, thus this is a big thing for me. Thank you."

"Are you thanking me for helping me?"

" When somebody lets you help him, he has done you a favour because with ikhlas, you get rewarded."

He stared at her for a split second. That was the first time he looked into her eyes. He was always facing the wall or the floor when he talked. And the eyes jolted her. There was something about those sapphire eyes, that must have had life before. It was now empty but full of unspoken words.

" Thank you." He said .

" You are welcome. The pleasure is mine."

Ten minutes later, as she entered her car, she knew she was going into more investigation and scrutiny. She was not giving up on him.