The Most Horrible Night I Had To Ever Live Through
“Man, I don’t know how to say this o…so I will just say it. I am hearing rumours that Shizzy and Heych were found dead in the crib…”
I couldn’t believe what I had just heard. I was in shock for a bit and sometime in that moment, we arranged that Von will come by my house in the morning so we could use my car to go find out more about the situation. There was a curfew from 6PM to 6AM then so we couldn’t leave our places yet.
I turned and told Blaq who was already highly curious after hearing the tone of my voice. I honestly can’t remember his reaction because I began to cry silently and slept off.
I woke up a few minutes, seconds or hours later — no idea really — and it happened to be all a dream. Turns out everything was fine and no traumatic event had just happened. Except that was the dream — I actually dreamt that everything was fine and it felt so real that when I woke up, the pain hit anew. This happened several times over the course of the night.
Another thing was that the source of the gist was unconfirmed so we were not even sure if Shizzy was the person that was killed. Rumours abound in Boko Haram Maiduguri of 2012 so I was not believing this completely. Von D could not reach the people that lived close to the house either so they could confirm. There was a sallah break and most people had travelled. But while I was optimistic, something told me it was no mistake and I couldn’t hold back the pain, the tears.
I turned to my iPad and played Prayer For A Friend, a song by Casting Crowns and I cried some more. I decided to play the whole The Altar and the Door album on repeat till morning. That night, I cried. I have never cried so hard in my life.
I cried because I had lost one of the most important persons in my life. I cried because though we had known each other for years, we did not become friends till a year or so ago. I cried because I don’t think I made him understand how important he was to me as a friend. I cried because a life had been cut short in its prime. I cried because the world wouldn’t get to see this person in his prime. I cried because I had never talked to Shizzy about Christ. I cried because there was so much we were going to do to take over the world. I cried because we never got to make that number 1 single. I cried.
I thought of Heych, Shizzy’s girlfriend and the only female in our very small circle. They were always together and had gone out together that day. I didn’t want to imagine her being part of this supposed killing as well. It was a terrible night.
I went through the night with my reality being a nightmare and my dreams, my solace.
Around 5AM, Von D called once again — a call I had been waiting for. He said he was on his way to my place and I told him I was ready to roll out. Von arrived and had some news. He had made some calls and it turns out, Heych is dead. Killed by unknown assailants in the home we were all familiar with — our studio/chill spot/spare house. He had spoken to Heych’s brother sister who were both students of the University of Maiduguri and Heych’s death was certain. Her siblings were distraught and devastated from the news. The brother was being strong though, and he was able to provide Von with info and even making arrangements, etc.
Also, Von said he learned that D2, our rapper friend was in the house and he was killed as well. As for Shizzy, he was nowhere to be found and no one could still reach him.
While I was distraught, that little glimmer of hope that Shizzy could not be found was what I held on to — that Shizzy could be alive somewhere. He is a survivor. If anyone can survive cowardly killers, it was him. He had this ruggedness, went through military training in his teens and carried along some soldier like character probably from his Major General father.
My hope was renewed and I washed my face, grabbed my car keys and I, Blaq and Von headed out to go and find a way to get Shizzy back home.
It was going to be a long day.