I woke up from sleep and realized that I had dreamed it. I
had dreamed that I paid Laura a visit while I was still on my bed in Tunde’s
parents house, counting down to my wedding day. I had no idea of what to do.
Should I run away? Should I tell my parents? Should I confide in someone?
Honestly, Laura was my greatest confidante and it was a wonder how we both
became close due to such unlikely circumstances. I had to think of something to
do. As though it had been scripted, an idea found its way into my head. I quickly
showered, changed and got ready to leave the house. ‘This whole mess started from me, and I must end it’ I thought.
was a look of mistrust in her eyes.
Since I fled the chapel weeks ago, they
were fidgety that I might do the same thing I did before.
the shop. I could have called on another but I trust her with my nails as my
nails are very tender.”
whether to trust me or not. Finally, she nodded in approval and I left the house. As soon
as I reached the gate, the security opened it for me and I peeked out. I had to
be sure that there was no one outside, not Rotimi and not Ernest. I thought.
it, I saw a taxi cab and literally jumped inside.,
that they buy my story.
of everything that had been happening to me and ended it with Laura’s accident.
I was soon handed a paper where I placed everything down, naming my brother Rotimi as the culprit.
I spoke with one of the
policemen who listened to me and gave me some advice, I told him that
in case anything happens to me, he should be sure that my brother had a
hand in it.
office and I didn’t know where to go first but with the direction of the receptionist,
I reached the editor’s desk.
she was stabbed.” I say.
she was stabbed. I have been to the hospital to see her, and she’s getting
better.” The editor looked at me.
the reason I’m here…” I say. “I need to finish Laura’s story.”