By Jessica-Ken:

All explanations given to the people fell on deaf ears. The many present at the hospital insisted on him bringing out his child from wherever he had hidden him. “I haven’t seen him, I swear,”
“You must bring him out. He killed a boy, that’s no petty crime!” The people had gone blind with rage. Those who witnessed the scene said that Amadi kept on hitting him ‘til he was left without breath. The boy had only passed him, and Amadi had drawn him back, only for him to push him down and get atop him. It was too late for anyone to intervene, as the first throw knocked him out—this they explained.
Ikeme was given no chance to mourn his wife. Never for once did he think he’d be in such a situation. He remembered Father Mmadu at that point, wishing he was there. The thought of him being in a critical condition frustrated him even more. “If only—” the voice of a man stopped him. “What are you doing here?” he saw the man that had revealed to him the quest of the spirit that laid inside of his son. What was he doing there?
”You have to hurry,” the man pulled Ikeme with him. “We don’t have much time,” Ikeme was left with no option but to follow. He asked Ikeme to get in the car once they were out the building; Ikeme was confused on why he should do so. “But why?”
“Just get in!”
Ikeme did as he was told, not questioning any further. He drove until they came to a spot—it seemed like the perfect place to kill someone and not have anyone know. “Why am I here?” Ikeme asked, “What business do I have of this place?”
The man chuckled, and stretched out his hand, as out came a shovel.
“My God!” Ikeme yelled, and got the car door open as he got out.
“Who are you?!”
The man replied, “I am Njete.” His name rang a bell.
“What do you want from me?!”
He asked Ikeme to follow him. “Come—” the curious man followed, as they got to a spot.
“What is this place?”
The elderly man looked at him. “Do you not know?”
Ikeme shook his head.
“Oh. How little you were—”
Ikeme understood not a thing. “Little?” he was anxious to know what he meant. “What do you mean?”
The old man chuckled, not replying yet, as he went digging.

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A student of the popular Nnamdi Azikiwe university. A Human Anatomy stud—and a passionate writer, with the hope of one day making the world a better place.
~Authoress Ciara

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