Three o’ clock in the morning and Dele was still restless. Had he covered up the evidence well? Was his alibi foolproof? Did he hear voices?
I just murdered someone, he thought.
He didn’t think he had it in him to take a life. But is that not what we all think? Well, except you are homicidal. In the given circumstances, anyone can become the best or worst versions of themselves. To understand the way the mind works is a rare art that is neglected. Human beings are not that complicated really. It’s usually the same pattern we follow. Not a parallel one though; a few dents included, and you will see that we are very much predictable.
Why do you think that when a murder occurs, the prime suspects are usually lovers, partners or close relatives? Even before neighbors. The questions usually go;
Clueless Cop: Does she have a boyfriend? Is he married? Was she seeing anyone at the time? Any conflicts with family members or particular friends? Any old flame that could be stalking him?
Familiar, isn’t it?
Why are we more inclined to hurt the ones we love the most? Well, your guess is as good as mine. I tell people that, sometimes, love is not just enough. It never is. There is a thin line between love and hate. Most of us have crossed it unknowingly, and that is why people charged with murder offenses find it difficult to explain the reason in most cases.
What, he cheated on you? That’s why you emasculated him? What, she doesn’t love you back? That’s why you stalked her miserably and killed her?
Aren’t we funny humans? Nothing is ever that serious, don’t you see. Everything passes. I made some plans a few years back. Right now, not all of them have come close to happening but that is fine. I know for a fact that I am not where I used to be, and that is enough proof that the odds are still in my favor. I am also not sad or disappointed because that is just life. Life is what happens when you are busy making other plans. And that’s okay, because we can still make this thing called life beautiful.
Now, Dele murdered his wife-to-be. Can we ask Dele this question together; what’s next, Dele? What is the plan? You want to know why Dele did what he did right? Yeah me too.
Because now, he has to live every moment on his toes and walk on eggshells, that’s if he gets away with it. Oh come on, he will most likely get away with it. I mean, this is Nigeria (for crying out loud). But then, the real battle is just getting started and the battle will be within Dele, forever. That moment of anger he let take over him, that moment of rage he let overwhelm him, they are all gone now. What is left is misery and pain. No satisfaction whatsoever.
What’s the moral of the story? I don’t know. Why would you think I know? I want to go find Dele now and I need to do that quick, because only him has the answers and he will most likely commit suicide in 2 weeks max.
Oh, I didn’t tell you? Dele’s heart cannot take that kind of war.
But then you say to me; Presh, he looks so confident, like he is ready to conquer the world. He looks like his heart is filled with gold.
Then I say to you; not everything is the way they seem. Beneath all that facade, is a truly broken man. He hated to admit it and that singular thing will be the death of him.
If only we can admit our weaknesses, then we can be in control over them. But then again, what do I know? I have to go find Dele now, I may have overestimated his strength. I may have shot myself in the leg by stating that he could last 2 weeks.
Bye for now, may the force be with you xx
