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It was Saturday, I was done with my chores, which were, fetching water from the well, sweeping the parlor and room. Lacing my boot before I head out to the field to play soccer. Dad’s phone began ringing.   “Hello” “Yes, I be Nnamdi, wetin happen?” “Chineke!” “Ewo…. Ewo!” “Ogini?” Mum asked. “Dad what is it? I asked confused” “Jerry” “Sir” “Chigozie” “Sir” “Your Uncle and Aunty just get accident” “Ehh!!!... Chineke me! ……. Life is funny isn’t it? Yeah it is, he bluffed and smiled, as he tried leaning on the prison wall. But it became ridiculous, when he stumbled on the truth. Beverly Parents were dead and buried. The accident that took place was indeed fatal. Beverly Johnson  had become an orphan, just in a twinkle. She began living with us. She had to adapt, for two years, when she’d be twenty years of age, to inherit her Father’s assets, it was willed so, and so it was. She was the only heir, and that left Dad and Mum too creepy. ...

A boy was going for a walk. It was a Wednesday, Jerry was supposed to be in school just as his peers were, but things were no longer the same at home. Beverly his cousin was in coma and  his dad had become a drunk, his Mum, a nagging wife. Nothing seemed right anymore. So he decided, to take a stroll. Hoping it'd ease off the pain and anger he felt within. Two streets away from home, he heard a gun shot, three gun shots ; At the building where he was resting. The gate seemed to be ajar, so he walked in trying to figure out what had happened. He met his Mum lying helplessly in cold blood, someone had shot her, he tried running after the one who had shot her, but he had lost whomever it was, he went straight into the rooms searching, there was no one, except for himself and his dead mother. Her body had become all cold, how  did he get here in the first place? he wondered. There were sounds from afar, someone was in the house. "Jerry... " " Wetin happen ? ...