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Sarah was buried two weeks later. It was an event that I would never forget; it rained that day, and the crowd was more than we expected. The school gave me a three-week break. I stayed in the house all by myself. Mom wanted to move to the house or for Jasper to come and stay with me, but I refused all of these suggestions.Steve also offered to stay with me or that I should move to his house. I also politely refused this. I think they were all worried I might kill myself or do something that might be injurious to me, probably mentally.I stayed in the house for a week, not mourning, but thinking of what to do with Dr. Agaba. I thought about nothing else but how to harm him, and how to harm badly. He wasn’t at the burial, and I think that was rather wise of him, because I didn’t know what would have happened if I had seen him there. With my emotions out of line, I was sure I would have attacked him, not caring if a burial was going on or not.On the fifth day after the burial, I hea
I called Mr. Potter. "You got the money?" he asked."Yes,""Well, it's all yours. There is no need for me to die with money in the bank, is there?""What about your wife and family? They are not going to take this decision sitting down. They will contest this, saying you are not mentally well, and I tricked you into giving me money."Mr. Potter laughed. "You know, sometimes I do underestimate your intelligence, thinking that you are just a crook after my money. But you are not. You are really smart. But you need the money more than they do here. And that's why I am giving it to you." He chuckled. "And now you would have the problem of being a rich man. And for my family, I have had a meeting with them. Nobody is going to bother you. They have their own money as it is.""I don't know what to say," I said."There is nothing to say. Besides, you can use a little part of the money to defend yourself against anyone coming after you. The Bible says money is a defense, or something like tha
We walked on for a while without any of us saying a word.“I heard you postponed the wedding,” I said.“Yes,” Talatu said.“Have you fixed another date?”“No yet.”“Sorry about that,” I said. “Shit happens. You just have to adjust to disappointments. That’s life.”We walked again in silence.“I am sorry about your fiancée,” Talatu said, breaking the silence. “I never thought he would be the one to…”“To hit and kill her?” I asked. “Well, he did. Now I can’t get married to Sarag, and he is getting married to my former girlfriend. Isn’t life grand scheme of wonders? He deprived me of happiness and he is about to be married and to live forever happy.”“It was an accident,” Talatu said. “It could have been anyone—”“He was drunk!”The silence returned and we walked with the sound of our shoes speaking for us. We reached the car park.“I didn’t know he was drunk that afternoon,” Talatu said.“He bribed the policeman who checked him to see if he had been drunk.” I said, and clenched my fist
"What do you want me to do?" Jasper asked, after we had gotten to my place in the school compound. Jasper was looking at me with a different eye now. He seemed to be seeing me for the first time, and each time I caught him looking at me, he had admiration and awe on his face. He was like a man who had suddenly discovered that his wife was going to be the president.He talked to me more slowly now, with a respect that I had never know before. And I could see that he had many questions, but he was also respectful not to push the boundary of our familiarity in order to satisfy his curiosity."I want you to go to Tala's house," I said. "You would wait there for a Mercedes E-Class, ash in color. Once you see it, I want you to follow it until you find out where the owner of the car is staying."Jasper nodded, and I also saw that he had many questions tucked behind his eyes."Follow him until he gets to the place he stays." I said. "Take note of the place and come back and take me there.""
Jasper called at about eight in the evening.“I have found the place he is staying,” he said. “I have the address.”“Where?”“Tudun Wada G.R.A; he is staying at number 12.”“Okay; thanks. Do you know anyone working in the government lands and survey department?”“No; I can’t remember if I do. But I will think about it and ask around.”“Okay, do that. I will also ask around to see if I can find one.”“I will come tomorrow morning,” Jasper said. “And thanks for the car. How is your G-Wagon doing? I love the sound of that car.”“It’s outside.”“Okay, good night.”“Good night,” I replied and turned to my thoughts. Then I felt pain in my stomach and got up to make tea. I hadn’t eaten since morning, but I wasn’t hungry for a moment. It was then that I knew I was totally consumed by the revenge I was planning. Jasper called by 9.30 in the night.“Mom knows someone who works in Lands and survey department,” he said.“Okay,” I said. “Please get his number and call him. Give him the address o
“What about Talatu?” Jasper asked.“What about her?” I asked. “Do you intend to get her back? I thought their marriage was supposed to take place this month?”“Yeah; luck seems to be on my side.”“You intend to get her back? What for? You have all the money in the world; you can get any girl you want.”“I will get her back, then I will break her heart. Just the way she broke mine.”The silent came over us again, leaving the G-Wagon V8 engine roaring and taking us to Kingtone Street.“Wouldn’t it be better if you just walk away from them? There is nothing you would gain by doing what you want to do to them.”“Jasper,” I said. “If I need your advice, I will ask for it. But I am not going back. They have to pay for what they did to me. She broke my heart, and he killed Sarah. They cannot go free; they have to pay for what they have done.”“Why don’t you let God pay them in their own coins? Besides, you are already richer than both of them in spite of the fact that he stays abroad. Is th
I bought the building the next week at a whooping one hundred and twenty million naira. Mr. Kinsley initial price was one hundred and fifty million, thinking that it would keep me off. He sold it eventually at my price after a couple of haggling, and he delivered the keys of the house the next day.I was to bear the liabilities as well as the assets, he said. He told me that two tenants have paid their rent while the other two had not. I asked for the names of the defaulters.Mr. Kingsley had looked at me.“If I wasn’t a man that has seen a lot, I would say maybe you bought the building to victimize the tenants," he said. "The way you insisted on buying the building at this ridiculous price, and the way you keep asking about the tenants, I am convinced that you have another motive from just the interest in buying the house.”I shrugged. “Who knows?” I said and smile. “It’s good doing business with you.” I shook his hands.“You paid for a property that you did not even see the inside,”
“I don’t like what you did today,” Talatu said in the phone.“What did I do?” I asked with a little smile on my face. I must say I was beginning to enjoy what was going.“He said you asked him to pack out of the your building.”“Yes,” I said. “I want to renovate the building; is that a bad thing to do? It’s my building.”“He said you gave him only one week to do so. And that you did not ask the other neighbors to pack out.”I smiled. I really wished she was here so she could see my expression and so I can also see hers.“Yes," I said. "I want to start with his part of the building. See, it’s nothing personal. I just happened to start the renovation with his apartment. There are no hard feelings attached, please.”“Are you sure?” Talatu asked. “Are you sure you are not victimizing him?”“Why would I do that?” I asked.“Because he killed…because he knocked your wife accidentally? Is that why you are doing this?”“Killed or knocked; which one did you think he did?” I asked.There was a