The incident was replaying over and over again on his mind. He ate just a little of the okro soup and eba served for dinner before going to bed after forcing himself not to throw up. He saw the man's face in his dark room, blood trickling down his face and painting his brown teeth red as he pleaded for mercy. Obinna thought about the dead three months old baby. What was her crime? Fear of living gripped him and his heart beat faster.
Obinna changed his lying position, this time he faced the wall. The wall became like the large screen in the cinema he often visited. He saw that moment when one of the hefty guys on blue t-shirt hit the plank he was holding in the victim's face. Blood gushed out. That seemed to be the apex of it all. He remembered how the sudden flame popped up. The victim was burning. Everyone including Obinna took to Their heels. Obinna ran across the road. Everything was happening so fast in his head now. He remembered how that facial tribal marked danfo driver brought the speedy danfo to an abrupt rest.
Obinna pushed the wall with his right leg unconsciously; he was on the floor and his blanket was it him when gradually his eyes suddenly flung open. He was stilll wondering what just happened when the bulb light in his room came on and he heard a deep baritone voice.
"Obinna ke-ife owu?" It was his dad.
His mum ran to him and placed him on her bosom, "what is the problem, Obim?"
He was still confused. He turned to look at his dad and saw Adanne, his little sister holding on to his dad's left thigh...
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