THE KLEPTOMANIAC’S TRAGEDY

THE KLEPTOMANIAC’S TRAGEDY – By Nwachukwu Obinna

Just a week after he escaped from being maimed by a mob of angry women, Tolu was seen in the market square struggling to be freed from the clutch of the fat man who sells phones.

“Thief! Thief!” Screamed the fat man trying to draw the attention of passersby.

“Ole o!” Echoed another seller next to him.

“Leave me!” bellowed Tolu while struggling against the fat man’s grip.

Then came a terrible blow to his head. The force of the hit from the plank brought him down immediately to his knees.

“Please, please!” Was all he could say.

Next was a heavy slap to his face. A crowd came pouring in like the sardines brooding.

“Bring tyre!” Shouted a voice from the crowd.

He knew it was over for him, the dice had been cast. Still, he was relentless in his pleas.

“What has he done?” echoed a voice from the crowd.

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Silence filled the atmosphere.

“Yea, what did even do?” asked another voice eagerly.

“Abeg make una allow the poor boy go jor” rushed in a third voice.

“No” shouted the fat man. “I can’t leave him”

“Then what did he do?”

The fear of the horde made the fat man dumb.

“He–he–” he stammered.

“Oga we say na wetin the poor boy do you!”

Voices started flying.

“Na so dem dey do”

“Dem dey like kill innocent children for nothing”

“See this small boy na”

“Slippers him no even wear”

“Oga abeg make you leave am jor”

Unable to endure the cacophony, the fat man decided to loosen his hold. Tolu was immediately carried into a blue Toyota owned by one of the onlookers. He was bleeding profusely as a result of the injury he sustained. The fat man wept bitterly as he watched Tolu being driven away. A few minutes later the crowd dispersed.

Three days after being discharged from the hospital, Tolu went back home. How he was able to escape such dreadful occurrence still baffled him. He reminisced; a bit astounded of having been so lucky for the second time.

“Mehn, like so I for take die?”

“Those people for just roast me like salah ram”

He breathed words with an astonished visage. Then got down on his knees and said few words of gratitude. He remembered the vow he made to his mother. A promise he knew was impossible to keep.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. But like a leopard trying to change its spots, or a dog struggling to bite its own tail, every day was a struggle for him. A fight against his own self.

After listening to the sermon one Sunday morning. Where the pastor preached about ‘making peace with one’s self’. He felt a strong sense of obligation. To right every wrong he had done so as to make peace with himself.

On getting home from church that same day, he reached for an old box of his. Brought out some stolen items; including the phone, he stole from the fat man. He remembered the look on the ochlophoic fat man’s face after the crowd increased. It was amusing but at the same time sympathetic. Then he compelled himself to return the phone first before other items.

He left for the market in search of the fat man. Looked around, desperately searching for his emporium. He asked both passersby and sellers alike. But no positive answer was given owing to the fact that there are other fat men who sell phones as well.

It was getting dark, so he decided to give up his quest for that day. He left the market and headed home. But unknown to Tolu was the doom that awaited him on the way.

A black hooded figure came out from an alley and jumped on him. He tried to fight off the batter from the stranger. But all to no avail.

When it became clear to him that it wasn’t just a hoodlum after his stolen items, it was already late. Because he had already lost a lot of blood.

His lifeless body was found the next morning. Every of his stolen items was still with him, except the fat man’s phone.

 

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THE KLEPTOMANIAC’S TRAGEDY

By Nwachukwu Obinna

Just a week after he escaped from being maimed by a mob of angry women, Tolu was seen in the market square struggling to be freed from the clutch of the fat man who sells phones.

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