When fun is spelt as m-u-r-d-e-r.

By Ovundah Nyeche.

A crowd was gathering outside a family house, they were attracted by the loud scream from a female occupant of the house. At the last check, this was billed to be a family get-together; the scene in the house though was pathetic and gory. Young and old, male and female, adults and children lay in the pool of their own blood, blood was flowing freely from their throats and a body count showed that 15 members of that particular household were all dead. The lone survivor was the female whose screams attracted the surging crowd.

She was visibly shaking, crying and in deep anguish, authorities could not even ask her any question, she had injuries in the upper part of her throat and was rushed to the hospital, for further evaluation and treatment of the injuries she sustained.  The murderer was indeed a family member and her elder brother. He was well read and a chartered accountant, he was calm, friendly and not in any obvious financial troubles or dispute. He was described by his neighbours as being a very nice guy and a man that have never had a quarrel or fight with anybody in the neighbourhood.

Like a green snake in a green grass, he waited to strike when they least expected. They had all gathered to have dinner and when no one was watching, like a snake waiting to strike its prey, he laced their food with strong sedatives, after which when they went into a deep sleep he bolted all the doors in the house and used a butcher’s knife to slit their throats. The deceased included 8 children, his wife, his 3 sisters and his parents; his three-month old daughter was one of the victims of this carnage.

After he had committed this abominable act, the coward who could not face the consequences of his actions, hung himself. Who murders members of his own family? This man just did. Television footage showed men lifting the bodies of the victims wrapped in white sheets into the back of a waiting ambulance, as crowds gathered outside the white-walled home.

This was breaking news, in almost all international Television news stations and was also on Local Television stations. It was also on the radio and was trending all over social media and on the internet. The news was very depressing and as Max drove to work in the morning he heard the news on radio.  His friend was seated on the front seat of his car and they both cussed out on the man; they concluded he was a lunatic.

Max’s wife was a teacher and when she got to the school; her fellow teachers were talking about this in the teachers’ lounge. The students were also talking about this as well. In the assembly ground as well the message was centered on the 10 commandments and the speaker concentrated on “Thou shalt not kill” and he also made reference to the man who murdered members of his family. Many students and teachers were visibly shading tears as he spoke.

Coincidentally when Max entered his office, his colleagues were talking about this as well. Max blasted this man ‘He must be a lunatic’ he asserted, His colleague branded the man a bastard and a loser. Everyone had an offensive name for this man, and the man deserved any name he was called. It was ‘foul word’ day at work and Max was vocal in his disgust for the man “what kind of man is this, he must be a loser and he is not a real man” he finally said.

Just then he got a Whatsapp message from a beautiful Amalakite he met in a bar three weeks ago, He smiled sheepishly as he looked at her sexy pictures, she was the real deal. She had a better curve than an hour glass, her hairs were cleaner and flowed like the mane of a well groomed and exotic horse, her teeth were chiseled from the finest rocks and were coloured like a glass of milk, her skin shone brighter than a newly polished shoe, spotless, She was surely created after God rested, She was softer than a bread fresh from the oven, hotter than fire and cleaner than a chilled glass of water from the warm Springs of Ikogosi.

Her message gladdened his heart, he felt so lucky and smart to have her. “She must be missing me after our moment alone last week Friday” Max said to himself. Max had told his pregnant wife that he had an official appointment that will keep him away from home throughout the weekend. “You know I have to work hard to take care of our baby and you”. She helped him pack his travelling bag as he left the house in the morning; it was going to be another weekend without her darling husband at home.

Unlike his new catch, Max’s wife was lazy, blotted, sluggish and always needed his attention. He had already booked a hotel for the whole weekend, for their dark fellowship and Candy had checked in since the previous day, and nothing was going to make him miss this immoral fellowship. ‘I work so hard to make my money, and nobody has a right to tell me how to spend it, I am a man’, He said to himself. He smiled again as he saw her recent message.

Candy was new to these parts and barely knew Max, but was very familiar with men like Max.  Her last catch still pays over Three hundred thousand Naira  to her account monthly, not to talk of the several transfers he makes when she threatens to blackmail him. She was indeed a predator, an Amalakite well dressed for battle and her look and poise were directly opposite to who she was, she was a shrewd and deadly operator.

She had all the photographs of their escapades and in one click it could land on his wife’s phone or on the Internet, she could also send his pictures to his office. She was also HIV and Hepatitis C positive and was on drugs for her condition. She had Max on the palms of her hands, even though Max felt she was his catch, Max was actually her catch. He was a prey attracted by her charm and beauty.

Max could not wait for his day to end at work, so he could maximize the weekend with Candy. The hotel room for their clandestine meeting was wired, with hidden cameras put in the background by Candy.  He had planned to do all his heart desired with Candy and he shivered anytime he heard her name.

Just like before, unknown to him, she would play her part to infect him, she never had in mind to suffer from HIV and Hepatitis alone, Max will have to pay for his stupidity at some point in time and his wife and unborn child will also share in his stupidity.

Poor Max, if only he knew he was not different from the man he and his colleagues mocked and castigated today, if only he knew he was doing the same thing the man did. If only he knew by his actions and inaction he was attracting a crowd to his house. Poor Max may not have sedated his family and slit their throats with a butcher’s knife like the man on the news, but he was executing his whole family.

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