Wednesday, 6 March 2013
DIARY OF A SLAIN CULTIST
I was still in school when my younger brother called me and said that an old friend of mine (Bob) had died in a cult clash. I went home for the Christmas/the burial. Two days later, we were allowed to look through his room and possibly give out some of the things worth giving out. It was in the process of ransacking the house that I stumbled on his diary... the content is supplied bellow with distorted names of people and location to avoid identification... the diary read: NOTE... the story was written like a diary file, I assembled them and so there may not be much unity... just hope u enjoy it all the same.
For two years, I have written parts of this story without knowing what title to give it, of when the reality of what had happened in the first year of my study in the university will finally stop hunting. Maybe you may help me with answers to the questions that leave my heart heavy. Mind you, forgiveness is not an option for you readers. If I have to forgive, god himself will have to apologise for letting them take away the only love of my life. That is if he (God) has a sense of remorse.
Just call me Bob, (that’s the name I have been called since my secondary school days). I may not be one of the most “handsomest” of guys around your neighbourhood, but I sure had my fair share of pretty girls, probably because I was extra- ordinarily intelligent. ( I can’t say for sure if I still am). It was no news therefore when I got admission into one of the most prestigious Universities in the Niger Delta.
Before the orientation for fresher’s started, I had made a handful of friends because apart from being intelligent, I was also a great talker. It’s never hard for people like to build an empire of friends anywhere. And so, like a swarm of bees, we buzzed around campus like every new intake will do until we found ourselves at the orientation ground were our likes converged.
“Your moda boy...” ( I was going to say your mother’s boyfriend in reply to a statement made by a friend when she walked by, the sun gracing her chocolate skin and the short black dress she wore adding splendour to her already awesome body. She was the best creation of women that I had seen in a long time). She soon mixed with the crowd and I never saw her that day...
Two weeks after killing myself over a lady I was not sure to meet again passed without me setting my eyes close to anything like her. I decided to move on and soon, settled to my studies believing I had lost her even when she was never mine.
Then she came again, this time to stay for good. We met in a general studies class. Trust me, I made sure she realised how intelligent I was through the question and answer sessions I had with the lecturer. She was impressed and we struck off a friendship that will today be one of my greatest undoing.
The bond grew and we soon became lovers. She was innocent and lovable, wrote moving letters to me day by day. My studies suffered because they dint matter anymore, for all I cared, her love was enough. Our first kiss was heaven and I promised her there and then that I was never going to leave her. She dint believe me though because I had a reputation of being one unrepentant player. I made good my promise.
What will turn out to be the beginning of the end to our love started one evening three months after we started dating. She complained of being afraid of losing me after she was threatened by a group of boys that they will deal with her since she had refused according to them to date their friend. I assure her that nothing will happen to either of us and that the threats were just to get her afraid and probably date the said guy. I was wrong.
It was the 6th of March it all happened. I was returning from a party with my girl and a two of my male friends when a car overtook us. The four doors flung open, some guys came towards us and sprayed bullets into our car... i woke up days later in one of the hospitals in Asaba. Mum was there with one of my friends in the car. Jennifer and the other did not survive...
As we prepared for their burials, I got a call asking me to meet them at a hotel in Ibusa... the message was short, the caller said: “we can help you if you want revenge, we can fix that. There was no need waiting for a second call, I went and few weeks later, I became a full blooded member of one of the most dreaded cult group in Delta state.
There was no time to waste, the revenge mission was planned and weapons were gotten with me footing most of the bills. We were to attack on the 3rd Nov. 2012...
... Well he died in the cult clash on the morning of 4th Nov. after a bullet from the rival group hit him. He is believed to have written the following lines just before the operation because they were the last words in the diary...
If I live, I pray to god my soul to keep
If I die, I pray him my soul to accept.
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Saturday, 2 March 2013
"I thought she would be my best friend forever..."
She was all I wanted in a friend. She was humble,
intelligent and very beautiful. We shared the same philosophy of life. As a
fresher, she wanted to study firmly to come out with the very best result, and
so did I. She detested the sight of girls who wore indecent dresses and rarely
came to class and so did i. we had so much in common and so I decided to make
her my friend for good.
Her name was Sharlee Davids. Sharlee and I
could be compared to two glued containers, totally inseparable. We did
virtually everything together. Because we were in the same department, we
studied together, attended the same church and dined in the same place at the
same time. We were so close that people were so sure that we would remain
friends forever.
On my own part, I had made up my mind never
to have any friend other than Sharlee. To me, there was no need to be
extra-social, one friend was just good enough. I confided in her, told her
things I never told anyone because somewhere in a book, I had read that your
closest friend should know your secrets, whether good or bad. I had never ever
considered the fact that one day we could be enemies. She was indeed my sister
from a different mother. I just lived in the moment.
Things were good between us as time went
by. When results came out, we made the same grades and we were simply happy. At
least I was. However, in our second year, we began to draw apart. It started
when we paid our hostel fee and logged in only to discover that we got
different hostels. At first, we felt bad about it but we came to a resolution
that it was God’s way of testing the strength of our relationship. Oh! What a
test indeed!
We made our plans, of course to ensure that
our relationship grew stronger. We promised to visit each other at least three
times in a week, call on each other when heading off to class and most
importantly, study together at all times. Well, some plans simply just remain
plans.
For the first two weeks, we followed our
plans but in the third week, things began to change. Whenever I called her to
go for classes, she would tell me she was already in class. During time for
studies, she would complain that she did not have the strength to follow me to
my hostel. We started to see less of each other and it really got to me, so I
decided to visit her to dialogue with her because mehn, I cherished her.
When I got to her hostel, her roommates let
me know that she had gone for night class. I was flabbergasted at the spot.
Night class? Something we swore we would never do? Out of curiosity, I asked if
she had gone with someone and they said she went with a girl called Chidiebere,
a classmate of mine who was in her hostel.
I felt very bad that day, not because she
went for night class but because she did not tell me or even convince me to
come with her. That day, I began to feel that she did not value me as I did
her, that she was my friend merely because we were in the same hostel. On the
next day when I told her how I felt, she made this statement to me, “Catherine,
you need to know that we are no longer in the same hall. Coming to your hostel
all the time is really stressful”. That statement worsened how my poor heart
felt because if I could really feel no qualms about it, how could she?
To make matters worse, I began to see her
with Chidiebere frequently and everywhere. They began to walk to class together
and study together. They shared everything together, just like sharlee and I
did. Nevertheless, I never gave up on our friendship because like I said
earlier, I vowed she would be my friend forever. I sent her lots of text
messages about how i felt but got no reply. The times I got any, they were
brief and clueless. I even went to extent of telling her that I hated her new
friend and I put her in a position to choose between Chidiebere and I. She
chose Chidi of course and then, I felt as though I had no one. I could hear
whispers in class whenever I walk alone in class. It was though everybody
talked about me and mocked my lonely self.
Truth be told, I lost focus that semester
and it affected my results. Watching the friend I loved so much hang out with
someone other than me hurt me like hell.
I adapted to the situation of course but never fully until one day, when
I discovered that I had been the problem all the while.
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