Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 1
I’m laid down dead on my bed, in my bedroom, watching and
listening to Chioma my wife
speak with her mother on the
phone. She was happy I was
dead. She killed me with a
“Yes Mama,” she said over the
phone, “the idiot is dead.”
“So quick?” Her mother said.
“Yes oo, so quick.”
“I told you, Akanshi is a strong
“That’s true mama. What do I do now?”
“You know where he keeps all
“Yes I do.”
“Perfect. Make sure you gather all of them together. The houses,
the cars, the banks and every
other document available.”
“After that start crying and call
neighbors. I’m right on my way.”
Chioma had the habit of setting her phone on speaker, the reason why I could hear her
My wife of three years conspired with her mother to kill me.
Chioma that I loved so much, saw her through the university and sent her to Paris for her masters.
The urge to jump from the bed
and pounce on her was much
but I held myself back. I needed to keep my cool to unveil more
I watched as she searched
frantically for all the documents to my properties. She piled them up beside the wall mirror,
looking herself in the mirror and smiling.
I smiled within me, knowing
how I just escaped death by the whiskers. I was such a lucky
man. I remembered how it all
happened the day before. I came back earlier than I usually do Me without calling to inform my wife.
Chioma wasn’t in the sitting room, I decided to tip toe to the
bedroom to surprise her.
On getting to the door I could
hear her voice, she was on the
phone with her mother.
“Mama, are you sure it will kill
“Yes, I trust Akanshi.”
“I can’t wait for this man to die, I need my freedom to live as I
“He will die tomorrow, just follow the instruction.
Add the substance in his juice and make sure he drinks it.”
“I will Mama, trust me.”
I was glued to the spot. My own
wife was planning to kill me and tomorrow I would die by
poisoning. I tip toed back to the
sitting room and as quietly as I
entered I left. I left knowing what
to do, for to die I would.
The next day, being today, the
day of my death, I left very early to my office like everything was okay.
I came back in the
afternoon prepared to drink
some juice and die.
Chioma my wife was exceptionally happy to see me, I was pretentiously overjoyed to see her.
We kissed, yes, and we made love on the
According to her plan, she went
and brought a glass of juice for
me. And according to my plan I
sent her to bring my briefcase to show her a very important
document. She left. Before she
came back I had exchanged the glass of juice with a different one.
She saw me gulp down the last juice as she came back. She cracked a smile.
According to plan, I began to feel some pain in my stomach. As the pain grew severe I began to crawl on the floor. Chioma, as a
loving and caring wife came to
help, I told her to take me to the room. She did and laid me gently
on the bed.
“Honey, you will be fine,” she
assured, “I’m here for you.”
Such a loving wife.
I began to shiver and I began to foam from the mouth, then I
BACK TO PRESENT
Chioma left the mirror and
walked towards the bed. She
stood over my dead body, with
triumph on her face.
“Idiot,” she cursed, “anu ofia. I
thought you’re a superman.” She
spit on me.
I remained motionless but
watching her every move. She
took her mobile phone and
dialed a number.
“Hello Chike,” she said.
Chike? Which Chike? Chike my
best man and best friend?
“Hello sweetheart,” that was
Chike’s voice. My best friend.
“My love, I have a good news.”
“Really? I can’t want to hear.”
“The idiot is dead.”
“Kacy naa, don’t you remember
our discussion again?”
“Oh yes, I do I do. Great. Start
crying, I’m on my way.”
My best man and best friend too
was in the conspiracy to kill me.
What a wicked world.
Chioma stored the documents in
one of her bags, went to the
mirror to look at her beautiful
face one more time. Beautiful
demon. She rearranged her hair
and made for the door. Opening
the door she turned back to look
“Rest in peace,” she said and left.
I quietly got up from the bed,
went to her bag and collected
the file containing all my
documents. On top of the
wardrobe, the portable Nikon
video recorder I had planted
there earlier was still rolling, I
collected it and turned it off.
Quietly like the ghost I was, I
opened the window, scaled
through and vanished from the
compound. Chioma’s voice could
be heard crying loudly. I’m now
going to be a ghost, to torment
those that killed me. The battle
line is drawn.