Murder City

Chapter 6

It's been eight months now since the daughter of prominent Nigerian,Chief Chijioke Emeka was killed and the killer is not yet behind bars. The top suspect in the death of Ada Chijioke, Rita Collins is still undergoing trial for a murder that is blatantly obvious she committed. When will justice prevail, your gue....."

Turning the TV off and muttering to herself, "Fucking reporters, fucking media, who put this trash on"
"Who put this trash on", She adressed her fellow inmates as she liked to think of them, sure they were in a hospital but that made no difference. In fact she suspected, inmates had more freedom as drugs weren't forced down their throats and we're allowed time outside the prison walls. They weren't.

"I said, WHO PUT THIS TRASH ON HUH?, what cat had got your tounges" She looked at them, one after the other, Her breathing ragged and her eyes glazed. They were all stupid she thought, retards the lot of them. If she stayed here any longer she would go crazy, she just knew it. Already she had contemplated sucide, she'd been here for eight months and she couldn't take the confinement anymore. This was her acting out.
"You stupid, crazy idiots, pitiful bastards", This was her reality now. Shouting at crazy people who wouldn't even react, who only flinched when she screamed. She wanted more dammit, she demanded more reaction from them.
She wasn't crazy, why was she here again, she shouldn't be here . Her lawyer had pleaded insanity on her behalf, else she'd be in some women's prison right now. Probably at kirikiri. She shuddered. As a child she'd passed by the prison with her mother. Her mom would always tell her, to deter her from commiting crimes she knew even as a child.
"Shey you see that place so, na bad bad people they go there" Simply put it was not a nice place for girls like her.
"You bastards better not watch the news while I'm here, watch cartoons or something" Just then two orderlys came by, one of them adressed her.
"Collins, stop bullying the patients"
"Why should I"
"I've had it up to here with your antics", he said demonstrating with his hands.
"Now take your drugs like the good killer witch you are" he taunted.
"Hahahaha, that a new one, not really good I must say, what you ran out of insults already, Tunji. Can't say I'm surpried you are afterall a coon"
"Let's see how much you talk when you're sent to prison" That shut her up. The second orderly spoke up, his English not so good.
"The two of una, abeg no. I no dey for that one today. Make we give them their drug commot for here"
(Both of you simmer down. Please i don't have the strength today. Let's give them their drugs and leave)
She looked at him, "Fine give me my drugs, I need to leave this place anyway"
"Oya take", Bolaji, the second orderly, gave her some white pills. She pretended to swallow the pills and stormed out of the recreation room
"Bitch", it was whispered but she heard. She heard it all.

Somewhere in lagos
"It's been eight months Tawio, you need to chill and enjoy this smooth jazz playing, come have some brandy with me won't you?
"You done dey craze, you dey mad. Wetin dey worry that head of yours. I mean what's wrong eh"
(You are now crazy or mad. What is wrong with you)
"Uche" he continued, "Any day now what we did could be exposed, how can you drink"
"You fool, it's been eight months, if we were going to be caught we'd have been caught months ago, Tawio abeg abeg, na God I take beg you, don't stress me okay?
Nodding his head, "I can't believe you're so calm",lighting a cigarette to calm his nerves. Exhaling the smoke, he runs a hand through his hair, "my problem is why they are still investigating, the case should have been closed months ago, new evidence could come up, implicating us somehow"
"Rubbish, man stop worrying. Nobody knows and our blood pact still holds, you can't tell anyone not your parents, your girl most especially not the Oloapa, (Police)"
"Yeah yeah",still huffing on the cigarette
"So it's Janet birthday today, you coming?
"Janet......."
"Janet, she recently came back from Stocklom"
"Oh, yeah no. I don't think so"
"Man, you gotta chill, come with me, it's being held at freedom Park tonight. I know how you like the Sharwama sold there"
"Man, I'll try"
"My man, see you later today then"
"I said I would try not that I was going for sure"
"You know Janet likes you right?
"She dosen.." cutting Tawio off, "Tawio, the girl like you, man are you blind. She's been flirting like hell with you ever since she came back. Even asking around town about you"
"Yeah, I'm not ready for a relationship though"
"Who said any thing about a relationship, tap that ass and be done"
"Maybe, see you by later tonight aiight"
"Yeah"
With a final nod of his head he was gone but what they had done was still nagging him. He was having nightmares too. His work was lacking, not that that was important. He owned the company or rather his dad did. It would be his soon enough the old man was old. Hell at 72 shouldn't he be preparing to die already.

A/N
It's hard to root for Rita isn't it, What with her being so awful to everyone even poor Frank. How are we loving Tawio and Uche or are we hating. I wonder what they did 8 months ago, do you know? I don't or do I.
Also you might have noticed a different language in the book, well not a different language per say,it's Nigerian pidgin English. The translations are in the brackets, so my non-Nugerian readers know what the heck im saying. So we loving or we hating this chapter. Tell me boos.
Ella :)