PART 23 “hey wetin?” one of the bandits shouted at the guy who shot Jboy, while i shivered as i looked on speechlessly. I really was scared they were equally going to shoot Mary and I because the shots fired on Jboy was very surprising to me, but as i watched the other two bandits, it seemed they were equally as surprised as i was. It clearly showed in their behaviour. Of course they had their faces covered but their body language displayed their confusion. Mary and i simply stood not knowing what to do. The guy who fired the shots made to drag Jboy’s body out of the vehicle but his colleague who asked the first question stopped him. “you don mess up the car already, make we shift jor. Time no dey” he commanded, turned and jumped into the sienna car they came with. The two other bandits joined him without uttering a word and they instantly zoomed off, disappearing and leaving us all alone with my lifeless friend. I quickly rushed to check on him but unfortunately he was as unconsious as a dead lizard, while blood gushed out from his chest. It was a terrible scene to behold. Some good samaritans quickly came forward and helped us in taking him to a private hospital nearby. Unfortunately the nurses on duty confirmed him dead, but i choosed not to believe them until the doctor showed up few minutes later and confirmed the news to us. I couldn’t believe Jboy was gone for real. The only friend i had, gone so suddenly. I never believed life could be so short and surprising. I never believed a strong man like him can just so suddenly disappear. I cried ceaselessly. “where do i go from here?” i wondered, feeling very bitter and responsible over the whole event. “only if he had waited for me at his house” i reasoned. “how do i continue living without him?, how do i face his family. How did he just go so suddenly, without living anything behind? Not even a child or at least a wife” i reasoned with tears. I sat down in front of the hospital reception and went through my life. I wasn’t any better than him but he was taken away while my life was spared. Why why why? The task of meeting Jboy’s family, burial arrangement and everyother thing was squarely on me. I just couldn’t find where to begin, how to start or which way to go about it all. I was so lost and empty. Mary wanted to lend me a supporting hand. She promised to help me with everything, but i simply refused to oblige her, instead asked her to give me a little time. I pleaded with her to stay away from me for the meantime which greatly surprised her. She couldn’t believe her ears as i made the passionate plea just a day after Jboy’s unfortunate death. “no you can’t be making such a request right now. You need me. We need each other. We need to help each other out of this trauma” she protested seriously, failing to realise that the trauma itself increased my disdain towards her. In a way i blamed her for my friend’s death because if she hadn’t been in my apartment that fateful day nor delayed us with her toilet perhaps Jboy wouldn’t have been attacked. “well i have no choice than to honour your request, if it will make you better” she finally agreed when she saw how serious i was, wiped her eyes with a handkerchief before walking away. I felt her anguish but i just couldn’t do anything about it. I summoned up courage and called Chioma soon after. It really was my first time of calling her after she unceremoniously left me at the restaurant hours before Jboy’s death. I quietly revealed the news to her. She instantly screamed with shock. “oh bloody hell!, and you are just telling me about it after how many hours huh?. I’m coming over” she cried and hung up while i hopefully waited for her. Learning that she was coming sort of lightened up my spirit. Till today i really can’t describe the kind of love i felt and still feel for her. Thirty minutes later she showed up at my apartment with tears in her eyes. She instantly hugged me, crying seriously. “i can’t believe Jboy is gone. He was such a wonderful friend. I could have lost you too. Karma is now on you guys.It’s a pity Jboy paid with his life. You have to seek peace with God urgently” she cried, sending more fear into my troubled heart. “do you?, do you believe in karma?, does it exist?” i stammered. “of course the evil that men do often comes back to them. You see i wasn’t wrong condenming what you did to that lady. You have to seek peace with God my dear” she summarized seriously, while i nervously made the sign of the cross. “could she be right?” i asked myself over and over. WATCHOUT FOR PART 24
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