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CLUELESS - By Omojulowo Segun

IT’S TRUE! YES, I HAVE BEEN ILL, very ill. But why do you say that I have lost control of my mind, why do you say that I am mad? Can you not see that I have full control of my mind? Is it not clear that I am not mad?

Indeed the illness only made my mind, my feelings, my senses stronger, more powerful. I could hear sounds I had never heard before. I heard sounds from heaven; and I heard sounds from hell!

Listen! Listen, and I will tell you how it happened. You will see, you will hear how healthy my mind is.

It is impossible to say how the idea first entered my head, I had just been discharged from the hospital after hitting my head on the wall and was resting in my room. Was there a reason for what I did? Yes! Maybe No!

Robbers had attacked our home and we frighteningly and fearfully already gave them all we had, but they still shot my dad. He didn’t say a word, neither did he argue with them. I thought they only came for the money.

But for no just cause, they shot him.

I left home that day, clueless but still located the man that shot my dad and began working for him as his house help, of course he didn’t recognise me because I hid myself when they came to our place.

Recognising him wasn’t much of an issue. His eye was like the eye of a vulture, the eye of one of those terrible birds that watch and wait while an animal dies, and then fall upon the dead body and pull it to

pieces to eat.

Whenever the Man looks at me with his vulture eye a cold feeling usually goes up and down my back; even my blood becomes cold. I already decided to kill him and close that eye forever.

So do you think that I am wrong? Or mad due to the effect of my head hitting the wall? A mad man cannot plan. But you should have seen me. During all those week (The last week I already made up my mind to kill him) I was as friendly to the man as I could be, warm and loving.

Every night about twelve o’clock I slowly opened his door. And when the door was opened wide enough I put my hand in, and then my head. In my hand I held a light covered with a cloth so that just a single, thin, small light fell across his face. And I stood there quietly for sometime before leaving. For seven nights I did this, seven long nights, every night at midnight. Always his eyes were closed. And every morning, I went to his room, with a warm, friendly voice I asked him how he had slept, he could not guess that everynight, just at twelve I looked in at him as he slept. Maybe men has this things with we ladies.

The seventh day I was more than usually careful as I opened the door. The hands of a clock move more quickly than did my hand. Never before had I felt so strong, my own power; I was now sure of success.

The man was lying there not dreaming that I was at his door.

Suddenly he moved in his bed. You may think I became afraid but no. Not just that the darkness in his room was thick and black, I was determined to end it all. I continued to push the door slowly, softly. I put in my head, I put in my hand, with no light this time around. Suddenly the man sat straight up in bed and cried, “Who’s there?”

I stood quite still for 3 minutes, I did not move, nor did I see him again lie down on his bed. Suddenly he got up to put on the light, I knew he could not see me there. He could not hear me there. He just felt someone was there. He knew death was coming.

Slowly I hid myself behind the curtain, filled with anger as he brought out his pistol, the same pistol he used in shooting my dad, “Today of all days I said in my heart” he checked around and didn’t see anything just as he turned his backed to go back to bed, slowly I brought out a knife and stabbed him straight on his neck, he fell to the floor, I rushed him, crying Die! Die!!” The man gave a loud cry as I fell upon him and kept stabbing him, still his heart was beating; but I smiled as I felt that success was near. At last the beating stopped. The man was dead.

I am mad, you say? You should have seen how careful I was to put the body where no one could find it. First I cut off the head, then the arms and the legs. I was careful not to let a single blood fall on the floor, I was so careful, so careful that no human eye could that I did such a thing there.

As I finished this work I heard that someone was at the door. It was now seven o’clock in the morning. I had no fear; however, as I went down to open the door. Three men were at the door, two officers of the police and the neighbour. One of the neighbours had heard the man’s cry and had called the police; these three had come to ask questions and to search the house.

I asked the Policemen to come in. The cry, I said was my own, in a dream. The man, I said, was away, it was easy to convince them as the neighbour knows he is always away. I took them through the whole house, telling them to search it all, to search well. I led them finally into the old man’s bed-room. As if playing a game with them I asked them to sit down and talk for a while.

My easy, quiet manner made the policemen believe my story. So they sat talking with me in a friendly way. But although I answered them in the same way, I soon wished that they would go. My head hurt and there was a strange sound in my ears. I talked more, and faster. The sound became clearer. And still they sat and talked. Suddenly I knew that the sound was not in my ears, it was not just inside my head. At that moment I must have become quite white. I talked still faster and louder. And the sound, too, became louder. It was a quick, low, soft sound, like the sound of a clock heard through a wall, a sound I

knew well. Louder it became, and louder. Why did the men not go? Louder, louder. I stood up and walked quickly around the room. I pushed my chair across the floor to make more noise, to cover that terrible sound. I talked even louder. And still the men sat and talked, and smiled. Was it possible that they could not hear??

No! They heard! I was certain of it. They knew! Now it was they who were playing a game with me. I was suffering more than I could bear, from their smiles, and from that sound. Louder, louder, louder! Suddenly I could bear it no longer. I pointed at where I hid the body and cried, “Yes! Yes, I killed him. Pull up the bag and you shall see! I killed him. But why does his heart not stop beating in my head?! Suddenly a knock his heard, the policemen already handcuffed me after seeing the body I hid. It was my

Brother and my Dad. Confused upon seeing my dad, I asked what happened, it was then I learnt that my dad survived the gunshot, he was rushed to the hospital as soon as I hurriedly left the house, I was clueless. “All effort to locate you had been fruitless just to get you to stop acting clueless until this day” my brother said.


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