MY KILLER

CHAPTER 50

"What's the first thing you'll do when we leave this place?" She asked in Hausa language.

We had just finished practicing shooting and were both lying on the grass looking upwards at the dark sky illuminated by thousands of stars twinkling majestically at us oblivious of our situation.

I was quiet as I thought deeply of the question I had never really giving a thought to.
"Go home. Apologize to my parents and meet my baby sister or brother. I bet it's a girl though. I want another baby sister," I said with a smile on my face as I thought of actually returning home. "How about you? What would you do first?"

She too was quiet for a while before she finally spoke. "I want to find my children if I can. Then I'll work hard, finish school and maybe become a lawyer and make sure the law is stricter on terrorists, kidnappers, traffickers and rapists. I want all of them dead, and since I cannot kill them all with my bare hands, I'll do it according to the law."
Her face was the most serious I'd ever seen it.

"Then we must live, we must leave and escape from here. God willing, we will achieve all our dreams." She turned to me and smiled.

"Even if I don't leave, I have a feeling you'll definitely leave this place. You definitely will."

"I'm never leaving this place without you, not without you," I said almost immediately turning to face her.

"Then let's survive together Kaimara, let's leave this place and make sure no one else ends up like us. And if any of us can, let's make sure we kill Oga Mohammed, Yusuf and the rest of them." She had also turned to face me.

"Ah. It's you that know that one o. I just want to leave this place. I mean, how can I kill anybody. I can't kill anybody at all o. I can't even kill chicken talk more of a human being. Please, just do it according to the law like you said."

She let out a quiet laugh as she looked at me before proceeding to tickle me calling me a baby that had no guts.

She had known.
She had known she wouldn't leave the forest alive and so she had taught me everything I had known, every single thing.

I trembled as I looked down at her murderers, at my baby's murderers, at my siblings murderers, at my murderers and hatred darkened my heart like never before. What had she called me, a gutless baby.
Mmm.
I was going to do what she couldn't. They were certainly going to be my very first official kill.

"...and so we were surprised to be arrested on getting to Arabia," Mohammed was saying.

"So, I should give you reasons why you have been arrested?"

"No no no, your majesty. I just meant w-we have done as you've always commanded and even done better over the years after Lord Fawad had said you were upset with our work. W-we've only ever done your bidding," Mohammed continued visibly shaken.
His Arabic was disgusting to my ears. This was certainly not the accent I was used to.

"You both have committed the worst haram," Sahib said, his voice cold and harsh.

"Y-your majesty, we would never."

"Silence!" He commanded in a loud deep undertone. "The both of you had the effrontery to hurt my Sultana."

They both raised their heads to glance at me before burying their faces to the ground.
"We plead your mercy, your majesty, but never have we met this woman. How then could we hurt her?"

I raised my brows as I looked down at them before placing my left heeled feet on Yusuf's right hand and crushed it while I basked in his screams which sounded more like melodies to my ears. I was still stepping on him when Mohammed raised his head, joined his palms together in a prayer and pleaded with me.