I can't remember any of it... they tell me i did it... they tell me i was the
culprit...truly, the only thing i remember is seeing the blood on her hands as she
walked away. I don't even know who she was. I remember that morning... it
was raining and I was put off because I had planned to go to the market, so I
put off my phone because if anyone had called me, I would have pissed off a
bunch of people. I spent the day indoors, tidying up the house after that I
picked up Daphne Du Muarier's Rebbecca and read for a few minutes...I read it
until I got a migraine and it was midday by then... so I took a Midol and half a
Valium, in about half an hour i was dead to the world. That is all i remember
about that day. Why won't anyone believe me? Okay, okay so i sort of recall a
lady walking out of my room... that should clear me right? Wrong? They say it
means one of two things, either i remember more than i say i do... or i made her
up to defend myself. they continuously ask me who this mystery lady was...
why no sign of her in the house why i was splashed in his blood. When i tell
them i don't even know who he is, they ask me why a lot of witnesses have us
together recently... that draws a blank! am i going mad!??? Who is Dele
Odeyemi? How did he get into my house? Why? Who killed him? Why? all these
questions and a few more run through my mind.
They say, "Don't leave town!"I'm a little confused, where would i run to even if
I wanted to leave, I have no family outside Lagos and very few friends even
within the city. Plus, my curiosity has been aroused, i won't be satisfied till all of
my questions have been answered. So i made up my mind to stay in town and
find out who killed Dele Odeyemi?
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