This wasn't the first occurrence. It Had been aired in the radio and television stations. Social medias, news papers and magazines had it. It had come to stay, now a norm, even little children got it registered in their minds as soon as they started understanding by words that evil men are out to convert their innocent little heads to money.
Obinna , just like so many on lookers at the usually over-crowded bus-top of Abule-Egba, stood in great shock and concussion and also the curiosity on what was going to happen to this heartless and wicked victim caught with a new born baby of about three months old in a polythene bag. The baby was dead! The people who held the man confirm. People shouted and cursed on hearing the confirmation, their pity went to the child's mother who had endured the pain of pregnancy for nine months.
Obinna has been hearing of it but has never seen its occurrence. This was his first. The population of the throng was increasing people push their way to get a full gaze of the pitiful and tragic event.
The victim, a tall black and haggard looking man from probably the western part of the country, was already battered and blood was dropping from head, nose and mouth. All he kept on saying as almost every part of his body was receiving several random hit was, "ejo ejo, wan ran mi ni, omo igbo kan lo ran mi. E shanu mi." His shirt was torn and he was being drag around. The throng moved along with the random movement and some being irritated, moved away spitting out continuously.
"Tufiakwa!" One igbo woman exclaimed in the densed and clamorous atmosphere. "uwa emebi go!"
Everybody was shouting at the top of their voices. Mothers held tight to their children and covering their eyes to avoid seeing the man in his pool of blood so they won't suffer night mares.
People started running as fast as they could in different directions causing a stampede. Their shouts rumbled into the smoky air. People fell as they ran. Some women and children were already crying because the environment has suddenly become riotous with a villain who had just been set on fire- the same man with the dead baby in the polythene bag. The man was on fire running helter-skelter looking for whom to die with him. Hefty men were already with planks and heavy sticks hitting him as hard as they could so he won't get hold of anyone. He finally fell to the ground. The odour of his burnt body dissipated into the dusty, smoky and unclouded atmosphere.
Lying in his bed the night of that incident, Obinna's eyes refused sleep...
Obinna , just like so many on lookers at the usually over-crowded bus-top of Abule-Egba, stood in great shock and concussion and also the curiosity on what was going to happen to this heartless and wicked victim caught with a new born baby of about three months old in a polythene bag. The baby was dead! The people who held the man confirm. People shouted and cursed on hearing the confirmation, their pity went to the child's mother who had endured the pain of pregnancy for nine months.
Obinna has been hearing of it but has never seen its occurrence. This was his first. The population of the throng was increasing people push their way to get a full gaze of the pitiful and tragic event.
The victim, a tall black and haggard looking man from probably the western part of the country, was already battered and blood was dropping from head, nose and mouth. All he kept on saying as almost every part of his body was receiving several random hit was, "ejo ejo, wan ran mi ni, omo igbo kan lo ran mi. E shanu mi." His shirt was torn and he was being drag around. The throng moved along with the random movement and some being irritated, moved away spitting out continuously.
"Tufiakwa!" One igbo woman exclaimed in the densed and clamorous atmosphere. "uwa emebi go!"
Everybody was shouting at the top of their voices. Mothers held tight to their children and covering their eyes to avoid seeing the man in his pool of blood so they won't suffer night mares.
People started running as fast as they could in different directions causing a stampede. Their shouts rumbled into the smoky air. People fell as they ran. Some women and children were already crying because the environment has suddenly become riotous with a villain who had just been set on fire- the same man with the dead baby in the polythene bag. The man was on fire running helter-skelter looking for whom to die with him. Hefty men were already with planks and heavy sticks hitting him as hard as they could so he won't get hold of anyone. He finally fell to the ground. The odour of his burnt body dissipated into the dusty, smoky and unclouded atmosphere.
Lying in his bed the night of that incident, Obinna's eyes refused sleep...
