JAPA Part III(The End)
A Nigerian Survival Story
To understand the story, I suggest you read part II here
He laughed an evil laugh before clearing his throat. “I was going to let you two leave without harm. I know who you are,” He said pointedly to Tobi.
“That 5,000 Naira you gave us yesterday prevented us from harming you, but why would you release someone I tied down? Is that your job as the governor’s son?!” He barked at the two and Tobi started urinating in his pants.
“Please, don’t kill me!” Tobi pleaded hysterically with hot tears pouring down his eyes when the guy whom he now recognized as one of the muscled guys from the previous day was about to raise a shiny machete to his head. Then Tobi woke up shouting “Please don’t kill me!” He was in the first-class flight section where he had slept off. It was a dream.
Tobi got to London into the welcoming arms of his aunt and his sister whom he was surprised to see. She was supposed to still be in Nigeria. Tobi tried sleeping to get rid of his jet lag but he couldn’t until he knew how he had gotten on board the flight to London. He also needed to know where the terrible dream had started from.
He opened his WhatsApp to find some messages from an unsaved number.
“Keep the camera safe, It’s to remind you that you’re also involved in the death of this man.” It read and a picture of the dead broadcaster was attached to it. Next was a Punch newspaper cover picture with a picture of Kwame who was handcuffed and the headline “Killer of Popular TV Personality Arrested.”
Tobi started remembering how he had left Nigeria and met Kwame and his guys. From what he deduced, Kwame had taken the fall for his gang.
A message beeped and Tobi, still anxious, opened it immediately.
How are you mate? Hope you’ve gotten over your jet lag?
Psycho.
“Mate?” Tobi thought before reaching into his luggage to find the said camera. In one of the bags, the white shirt that was stained with blood and mud in the dream was now white and underneath it was the bag he had dropped into the mud when he met Kwame. It was now a neat cross bag. He opened it and found a camera and a hairbrush. He opened the camera and found pictures of himself in a white shirt, blue jeans and white sneakers under the roadside rice and beans umbrella. Another picture showed a woman selling some rice and beans to a hungry customer.
Tobi sighed. He could keep running, but there was no way he could make his thoughts and conscience run away from him. Alongside Psycho and the other gang members and the personalities he met in his dream on transit to London, they would leech off his peace of mind.
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