Kyrian
The officer's eyes were bloodshot and tired as if he hadn't slept in days. He kept his gaze straight ahead, not meeting my eyes. His jaw was clenched, and his hands gripped the steering wheel tightly. I could see beads of sweat forming on his forehead, as he struggled to remain calm. I was desperate for answers, but his silence was deafening."I think we need to refuel," he said, his voice flat and emotionless. Without another word, he turned the car around and headed back the way we came. I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease, as we pulled into the gas station, the officer remained silent. I watched him as he filled the tank, his movements robotic and methodical. I wondered what was going through his mind, but he gave no clues. He finished filling the tank and got back into the car, without a word. I felt a knot of anxiety forming in my stomach, as we pulled out of the station and back onto the highway. The silence was suffocating, and I couldn't take it anymore."What's going on?" I blurted out, unable to contain my curiosity any longer.“Your wife?”. I whispered while looking at the beautiful pedal that was hanging in front of his car, with a picture of a lovely young lady. The officer didn't respond, then shortly, he whispered."That's Maria," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "She's my twin sister. We were inseparable as kids, and she's been my best friend ever since." He paused, a faraway look in his eyes. "She was murdered"I could tell that there was more to the story, but I didn't want to push him. I just waited, hoping he would open up and tell me what was on his mind.Finally, the car pulled to a stop in front of a large, elegant apartment complex. The building was made of white stone, with a gleaming metal door. The windows were tinted, making it impossible to see inside. I had never seen such a fancy apartment before, and I wondered what it was like inside. The officer turned off the engine and got out of the car. He walked around to my side and opened the door."Come on," he said, extending his hand to help me out of the car. "Let's get you inside." I took his hand and stepped out onto the sidewalk.“Ken! You are back?!”. Screamed a young aunty, with her hair packed up and tied with a fancy ribbon. Her clothes weren't so moderate it exposed most of her body, especially her breasts, I instantly despised her, guess she didn't like me as well because she looked at me with disgust“Come on Kyrian”. Mr. Ken muttered as he lifted me to his arm.“Who is...”“My son”. Ken had interrupted the young lady sharply, leaving her speechless as she stood gazing at me.“Wow! Never knew you had a son, I made some fried rice, how about you come over with your son while we eat today?” she said excitedly as she came closer while playing with my cheek “Awwn you are such a sweet soul, see how smooth your skin is”. She whispered while still staring at Mr. Ken.“What do you have to say? Are you coming over?”. She muttered while trying to grab his hands“Nope, we already ate on our way home”. Mr. Ken muttered as gently slacked his hands.“Oww! That's so bad, maybe next time, goodbye cutie”. She muttered with a slight disappointment and a little wave at me.“Yeah”. Mr. Ken whispered as we went inside the house.The apartment was beautiful, with sleek glass walls and a dazzling chandelier. I was still in a state of shock, unsure of what to make of the situation. Mr. Ken's mysterious behaviour had me on edge, and I didn't know what to expect next.“Can you stay alone or do you want to go with me? I need to get you some malaria drugs as well as buy food for us to eat?!”. He mumbled 'Never mind, let's go'.As we stepped into the car, I studied the man's face, trying to read his expression. He seemed deep in thought, and his face was clouded with worry. I was still trying to process everything that had happened when the car came to a stop.As I stepped out of the car, my stomach felt like it was turning inside out. I tried to take deep breaths, but the scent of the chemicals was making me feel worse. I looked at Mr Ken, who was standing next to the car, and I felt a wave of panic rising inside me. I couldn't explain it, but I knew I needed to get out of there."I'll be right back," I said, my voice shaking. I turned and started walking away from the car, heading in the opposite direction of the store. I could hear Mr. Ken calling after me.After some minutes, Mr. Ken came back with the medicine, we drove for a few minutes before stopping in front of a small restaurant, a typical "mama put" as we called them in Nigeria. The space was small and intimate, with just a few tables and chairs. An older woman, likely in her sixties, stood behind a counter, stirring a giant pot of stew. She looked up and greeted us with a warm smile."What can I get for you?" she asked, her eyes twinkling with kindness. My stomach growled loudly, and I felt my face flush with embarrassment. I had not realized how hungry I was.As Mr. Ken reentered the car, he set a small plastic bag on the floor in front of me. "Sorry, I had to buy your food from her," he said, gesturing towards the woman who had prepared the meal. "Her food is the best."I remained silent, looking out the window at the hustle and bustle of the night street. Vendors were still hawking their wares, and little children ran about, their cries and laughter filling the air. The atmosphere was so different from my life back home, and I felt a wave of homesickness wash over me."What's going on?" Mr Ken asked a nearby driver who was stuck in traffic. The driver replied that the road had been blocked off due to a crime scene. "God, what's happening in Lagos?" Mr. Ken muttered under his breath. "We just drove on this road earlier today and everything was fine. Now it's all blocked off."Mr Ken kept muttering to himself as he checked his GPS for an alternate route. Just then, his phone started buzzing. It was a news alert, and the headline made him go pale. "What the hell?" he exclaimed, reading the article aloud. "A local director has been found murdered, just a few blocks from where we are now. They've shut down the area to investigate."My heart started racing. I'd just heard about the director's new film, and now he was dead. "What if...," I began, but I couldn't finish the thought. Mr. Ken looked at me and let out a hiss."This is a horrible tragedy," Mr. Ken said, tears streaming down his face. He turned off the radio, unable to listen to any more news about the director's death. "I can't imagine what his family must be going through right now," he said. "It's just so... tragic."We sat in silence for a moment, the mood in the car sombre and heavy. I felt a deep sadness for the director and his family, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of fear. "I hope they catch whoever did this," I said quietly. "It's just not right."Mr. Ken took a deep breath and put the car in gear. "We need to keep moving," he said, his voice shaking. "The longer we sit here, the more we're risking getting caught up in the investigation. Let's go home."I nodded and gripped my seat belt as he pulled away from the curb. The streets were deserted, and the air was thick with tension. I couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding as we drove on.We made it to his house without incident, but the atmosphere there was just as tense as the outside.Kyrian"I think they might be after you," Mr. Ken said, his voice low and grave. "We can't stay at my house tonight. It's too dangerous.""But where will we go?" I asked, a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. "And how can you be sure they're after me?"Mr. Ken shook his head. "I don't know for sure, but I can't take any chances. I'll take you somewhere safe, I promise."My heart was racing, and I felt a knot of fear in my chest. "What if they find us?" I asked“They won't find us, c'mon let's go”As we sped through the streets, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. Mr Ken was gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles were turning white. He seemed to be driving erratically, making sharp turns and swerving in and out of traffic. I couldn't help but wonder if he was just a bad driver, or if something else was going on.I tried to calm myself down, but the more we drove, the more anxious I became. After what felt like hours, we pulled up in front of a small hous
EpicI believe I did sleep for quite a long time, I overheard Aunty Lucy discussing with him how I didn't sleep throughout the night and kept muttering "mummy". I was still weak so I slept back.******I could hear the voices in the hallway, but I couldn't make out what they were saying as I rubbed my eyes tiredly. The door creaked open, and I saw Aunty Lucy walk in, followed by Mr. Ken. He looked exhausted, his clothes rumpled and his hair dishevelled. He smiled weakly at me and sat down next to me."Hi there, kiddo," he said. "You feeling any better?""A little," I said. "Aunty Lucy gave me soup.""That's good," he said, reaching out to ruffle my hair. "I'm glad you enjoyed it here"After a little while, I started to get moody,I wiped away the tears that had gathered in my eyes as I thought back on memories of my mom. I started getting a headache, and my vision began to blur."Hey..." Aunty Lucy said in a soothing voice, as she helped me up from the bed. But I couldn't hold back th
KyrianI became tense, I tried to explain the situation to Mr. Ken but he didn't believe me, even though I didn't tell him the aspect of his face appearing instead of that of the bandit yet he posed it on me saying nonsense, he claimed it was a fallacy. But I know what I saw, it was real!"I know what I saw," I said, my voice quavering with fear. "I saw him, and he said he was going to kill me.""But that's impossible," Mr. Ken said, trying to reassure me. "There's no one here but us.""But I saw him!" I insisted, my heart racing. "I know what I saw!"I could tell Mr. Ken was starting to get frustrated, but he kept his voice calm. "I believe you think you saw something, but it was just a dream. There's no one here but us, I promise."Mr Ken soon started to get more agitated, but I couldn't stop myself from continuing. "It wasn't just a dream," I said, my voice rising with panic. "I heard him! He said he was going to kill me, I swear!"Mr. Ken's face was now a mask of anger and disbeli
Epic 7“She is a bad person”. I said with a big hiss.“Wow! Okay”. He muttered and after some time the car became dead in silence. I noticed how he kept hissing as he drove us to the station. As fanciful as Lagos state can be, we still have some dirty areas especially the part of Oshodi where some refuse bins are being dumped. The stench of the dump hit me like a wave, making me feel sick to my stomach. I tried to breathe through my mouth, but it didn't help much. The car felt like a prison, and I couldn't get away from the smell. The air conditioner seemed to be blowing the foul air right into my face, and I felt like I was going to suffocate. I looked at Mr. Ken, and I could tell he was struggling with the smell as well. But he just kept driving, determined to get us to the station. "This part of Lagos state is so dirty, almost as if the environmental health officers are not doing their work, I just wonder how people survive living around such a nasty area”. Mr. Ken complained when
Epic 8"It is her," Mr. Ken confirmed, his voice filled with disbelief. "But how is that possible?!“Kyrian”. He whispered in his deep voice as I looked at him. “Why have you been mentioning Aunt Lucy's name since you went to her house?”. he asked politely but I refused to speak.“I promise not to yell at you again, I was only scared of giving them information that is not valid. Remember you said you want to be a forensic officer, we could make you a spy in our section. Just tell me everything you know about Lucy”. He said with a little smile.A rush of emotions flooded through me at his words. On the one hand, I was terrified of Aunty Lucy and the dark figure in the shadows. But on the other hand, I was excited by the thought of being a spy. I felt torn, and I didn't know what to do."I...I don't know what to say," I stammered, my heart still pounding in my chest. "I'm scared."Mr. Ken looked at me, his expression softening. "I promise I won't let anything happen to you," he said ge
Epic 9“I want to sleep”. I whispered immediately as Mr. Ken tried to stop the car. After looking at me he continued driving and when we reached home, he washed me and changed my clothes to my pajamas. It wasn't even up to five seconds after our morning prayer, as early as 5:30 am he received a call that there was evidence of blood had been seen.As soon as I heard the words "evidence of blood," I knew something bad had happened. I could see the worry in Mr. Ken's eyes, and I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach. Something terrible must have happened overnight, and I had a feeling that it was connected to Aunty Lucy. I wanted to ask Mr. Ken what was going on, but I could tell he was in a hurry to get to the scene. He gave me a quick hug and said, "I'll be back soon."Then he was gone, and I was left alone with my thoughts. I tried to push away the worry by playing with my toys and jumping from one end of the sitting room to another end, I heard the police siren heading towards our com
Epic 10The officer's words hung in the air like a heavyweight, and I could feel the tension rising in the room. Mr Ken was silent, his face unreadable. The evidence was stacking up against her, and it was hard to ignore."I just...I don't know what to think," I heard Mr. Ken whisper as his voice faltered. Another loud wail was heard from the room, this time around, it was terrifying but when it got to the third time, it became faint. I watched as tears dropped from Mr Ken's eyes before he ran inside the torture room. "Enough!" Mr. Ken yelled, his voice filled with anger and anguish. "You're not going to torture her like this. She's innocent until proven guilty, and I won't stand for this.""But sir, we need to get to the bottom of this," one of the officers said, his voice gruff. "We can't just let her go without knowing the truth.""There are other ways to get the truth," Mr. Ken said, his voice firm. "We're not going to resort to torture."The officers looked at each other, clearl
Epic 11The room felt heavy with tension, and the air was thick with unspoken words. Mr. Ken's face was dark with anger, and he looked away as he spoke. My body was stiff with worry, and his hands trembled ever so slightly. He tried to keep his voice steady, but it was clear that he was deeply concerned."I don't understand," I whispered. "What could endanger my life? I've done nothing wrong."Mr. Ken sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I can't tell you right now," he said, his voice softening.I could feel my breath ceasing, and my heartbeat slowly increasing.“Calm down and listen to me okay?! The general Inspector wants you to join the force, he wants you to be a secret spy and you know that is not what I want for you right?!”. He said in a broken tone.Kyrian's heart raced as he thought about the possibility of becoming a spy. He had always been fascinated by the idea, and Mr. Ken had promised him that he could join the ranks one day. His sudden change of mind became a thing