emeka has been acting funny for a while now i dont even know what is wrong with him, when i try to question him he tells me there is nothing and i got even more curious. he was no longer his normal self always moody. so on that faithful morning i decided to confront him and ask him what was happening and he finally opened up that some group of cult boys were threatening him and asking him to join them. i got scared and told him that i was going to report to the police and he plead with me that this guys were all from very rich homes, of course we didnt have money to fight police case but it was my duty to protect him so i asked him to stop going to the shop for a while maybe they will forget about him by the time he starts again. HE adhered and stayed at home for a period of one month then went back to the shop to start business again, the first day after resuming i asked him if he was disturbed he said no, i kept asking him same question for a month and he said that they have stopped harrasing him, i couldnt be more happier but the problem was he now always come back home late.. on a saturday morning aroubd 3am in the morning he came home breathing heavily and panting like someone who just ran a marathon with wounds all over his back, a thousand thoughts ran through my mind as he fell on my body, i held him, he was crying and breahtless. what happened please tell me what happened i said on the top of my voice with tears running down my eyes. chief bankole, chief bankole; he kept saying, yes chief bankole did what please talk... chief bankoles son haaaaa aunty chief bankoles son, cult, i went to join because they never stopped disturbing me, they flogged me because they said it was part of their initiation process.. he said slowly like a dying man with tears running down his eyes, fear gripped me. emeka emeka emeka emeka please dont close your eyes tell me try and tell me exactly what happened pleaseeeeeee. he didnt say a word so i ran out to my street to call for help it was past 3am but i didnt care i just wanted to save my brother. i yelled help me, help me, somebody please anyone awake? i went from compound to compound knocking at peoples gate, please its ngozi my brother is dying please anyone with car help me,, i kept saying then few of my neighbour came out from their compounds and went with me to our house, mr priye the taxi driver brought his car so we could rush him to the hospital, but by the time we got to the house he was already cold and lifeless. i remember every detail everything, its been years yet it still hurt like a new wound still hear his voices in my head calling me aunty aunty aunty. i was there i couldnt help him, it was in my arms he closed his eyes and never opened them..
i didnt waste any time in rushing to the police station after he was cofirmed dead by the doctors and his remains deposited at the morgue. i was so stressed out and weak but i didnt care, i went to the police station to report the case and i told them that i wanted chief bankole's son arrested but immediately they heard the name they all started laughing, one of the officers asked me to go and meet the DpO, i entered the DPO's office and explained everything.. he shaked his head and asked me do you know who you are talking about? arresting any member of his family is out of the question, his son sells cocaine in the university, involed in many other criminal activities some which his father send him to, any police officer that tries to get them arrested either gets dead or transferred, please madam i have a family to take care of and i suggest you go and bury your brother and let this matter die off else you might also lose your life in the process. i was shocked at the utterance of this man i sat there for some minutes looking at him like a lost soul, tears dropping from my eyes, my heart was racing i felt like dying but i had a lot to live for and one of those reasons is to make sure my brothers muderer was brought to book. i informed my sister who was at her youth service and we started making arrangement for his burial, my brothers death was really hard on me. you will never understand how i felt and how i still feel whenever i think of the way he died, it was the most painful thing i have ever been through, he was so young and ambitious and then some wicked men just cut him off. i was determined for REVENGE after his burial.
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