In less than a week, about ten people
had come to lodge complaints of the
money stolen by a group of men who
lured them to invest with good returns
and all victims would hysterically
jump in anger when they saw the jailed
men when brought for identification.
One of the victims further went to
confirm, murder of her husband soon
after he invested and the men had no
choice but to serve long term in jail.
Three years later, I sat in an empty
room waiting for my other guests
and when I lifted my head, he came,
dressed in a khaki two-piece and
handcuffed. He sat down on a chair
opposite mine. I recalled a time he and
my father sat under a shade drinking
palm wine, happily then later, a
flashback of his image dragging my
mother towards the main gate at
midnight.
“I have always wondered if I’d ever
have the courage to face you or ran
away my whole life but I thank God I
did, in this perfect set-up. I guess you
are where you belong to be; jail and I
hope you rot in here.”
I said as I stood up and left the man
weeping bitterly.
This became a lesson to me that there
is nothing to fear.
We are all powerful beyond measure.