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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

poison.

“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

babalawo.”

“That’s true mama. What do I do now?”

“You know where he keeps all

the documents?”

“Yes I do.”

“Perfect. Make sure you gather all of them together. The houses,

the cars, the banks and every

other document available.”

“Ok Mama.”

“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

mother.

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

secrets.

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.

FLASH BACK

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

him?”

“Yes, I trust Akanshi.”

“I can’t wait for this man to die, I need my freedom to live as I

want.”

“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

couch.

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

died.

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.”

“Who?”

“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

at me.

“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.


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