LIGHTHOUSE - Episode 12

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Nigeria's leading fictional story blog - Onitsha, He sat in the car, getting married, blood off his nose, to kill him by suffocation or strangulation, felt a flutter in his stomach, traveling to Awka.


“Let’s just shoot him and end this endless following,” Uduma complained. “Shut up! The girl specifically said to kill him by suffocation or strangulation; make it look like a natural death,” Agusi argued emphatically. They were following Emeka as he drove to Onitsha from Enugu. Uduma was Agusi’s partner in crime. He brought Uduma in to work with him whenever he had a job to execute. “Why follow the guy all day when we could easily overtake him and you drop a barrage of bullets in his head,” Uduma countered. “We do as I say. We have a balance to collect after the job is done, so I am not going to jeopardize that.”

“Okay, we’ll do as you say, but I think it is dumb. We don’t even know where the guy is going!” “We’ll find out eventually.” “Why don’t we go back and wait for him at his house?” “What if he does not return to Enugu today? The girl who hired me wants the job done in three days. Perhaps he is going to Awka or Onitsha. If he stays in a hotel, we can sneak in at night and waste him.” Emeka drove merrily towards Onitsha unaware of the danger around him. He was in a deep thought, pondering what he would say to Ifunanya on seeing her. He felt a flutter in his stomach at the possibility of seeing Ifunanya.


“Where are you?” Chidera asked Agusi over the phone. Her voice smacked of anxiousness. “I am getting the job done,” he replied. “That should not take you forever. I want him taken out first.” “I am on it. We are following him on the highway now. It appears he is travelling to Onitsha. We thought he was traveling to Awka but he drove past Awka, so I am guessing he is on his way to Onitsha.” “Really?” “That is what I think,” replied Agusi. “Follow him. I want you to find out where he is going. Get me the address. Don’t do anything yet until you find out where he is going, right?” “If that is what you want, we will certainly do that.”


Umunna was elated. Ifunanya had answered his text saying that she too would love to see him. He sat on the front seat of the bus to Onitsha full of unbridled excitement. Before leaving for Onitsha, he had called his sister and told her about Ifunanya. “You really love her?” she had asked. “I do, Amara. I can’t get her off my mind,” he replied exuberantly. “But you are worried about her pregnancy, right?” “I guess I am. You know, I think a part of me worries about what people would think of me marrying her. I know she made some mistakes, but she is a changed person now…and I love her so much. We all make mistakes, right?” he asked Amara, seeking some form of validation. “Yes, we all do, Umunna. I think what matters is who she is now and not who she used to be. Pray about it and get to know her better. If she is who you say she is and you truly love her, I know that love wins over all obstacles.” “That is why I really respect you so much Amara. You always say the right things in the best ways. Thanks. I needed to hear that.” “I told you the truth, my dear brother, not something that is meant to make you feel good.” “I appreciate what you said, Amyy!”

Emeka’s car pulled up in front of Ifunanya’s father’s house. He made sure to park a short distance from the house. He could hear the drumming in his chest. He sat in the car thinking of how to approach the house. “Hello,” Chidera said over the phone. “He is parked in front of a mansion on Iferoa Street in G.R.A,” Agusi announced to her. “I think the number of the building he is looking at is 74.” “74 Ifeora Street?” “Yes.” There was silence over the line. He is already running back to her? Chidera thought. I wonder who concocted this charm for Ifunanya. She must be pulling some strings somewhere to have managed to lure him back into her life. He dumped me and the wedding yesterday and he is already running back to her today? That will not happen. A barrage of thoughts flitted through her mind.

“What do you want me to do?” Agusi asked, interrupting her thought. “I have a new plan altogether. If he goes into the compound, I want you to let me know if he comes out with a girl. Let me know what the girl looks like. If possible, take a picture of her from a distance.” “Okay, we will do that.” “I will be waiting.”

Emeka got out of his car and walked towards the gate. His hands shook as he banged cowardly on the gate. “What do you want?” The gateman asked. “I…I am looking…looking for…for Ifu-na-nya,” he stammered. “Let me tell her that someone is looking for her. Who do I tell her is looking for her?” “Tell her it is…it is…Emeka.” “Okay, I will be right back.” Shortly after the gateman left, Umunna arrived at the gate. He recognized Emeka. He had seen him time and again in the past when he was still dating Ifunanya. He could feel his stomach tightening at the site of the person who led Ifunanya to a dirty and dangerous path.

He knocked on the gate wondering what Emeka was doing there. The last time he heard, he was getting married to Chidera. Emeka recognized him. He too wondered if Umunna was Ifunanya’s new boyfriend. They said nothing to each other except for their eyes that cast piercing glances at the other. “Ify, there is someone here to see you,” the gateman announced. “Please tell him to come in. I have been expecting him. You should know Umunna by now, Yunusa,” Ifunanya pointed out. “No, his name is Emeka…that is what he told me.” “Eme what?” “Emeka, madam.” “What is he doing here?” She asked frowning. “I don’t know madam. Should I ask him to go?” “No, let me…” Ifunanya paused. Emotions began to sweep past her. Tears drizzled down her cheeks seamlessly. “I am sorry, madam,” Yunusa said feeling sorry for being the bearer of bad news.

“What is it?” asked Ifunanya’s brother, Chikamso. He was walking past Ifunanya’s room with big earphones over his ears while his head bubbled to a rhythm that only he could hear. He removed the earphone with a look of concern on his face. “What is it, Ify? Yunusa what is going on here?” “I told madam Ify that a man called Emeka is here to see him and she started crying.” “Emeka?” “Yes, oga (sir).”  “He is at the gate now?” “Yes.” Chikamso dashed to the gate before Ifunanya could stop him. “Come here, Kamso!” she yelled running after him. Yunusa followed them, walking hastily to his post.

“What do you think you are doing here?” Chikamso shouted. Umunna stepped aside. Emeka gaped at him, unsure how to answer. He was guilt-ridden. “I am…I really am very sorry,” was all Emeka could say. “Hi Ify,” Umunna said walking towards her. Chikamso charged fiercely towards Emeka forcing Umunna to turn and hold him. “You don’t want to do that, Kamso. You don’t need to do that,” he said as he held Chikamso. “I am sorry,” Emeka said as he backed off. “Are you already tired of your wife, Chidera?” Ifunanya asked him. “I came to say that I am sorry, Ify. Please forgive me, Chikamso.” “Get out of here!” Chikamso shouted. He wriggled out of Umunna’s grip and landed a quick blow across Emeka’s face. He struck him in the nose. Blood began to gush out of his nose.

“Chikamso stop!!!” Ifunanya shouted at the top of her lungs. “Are you sure you don’t need my help to beat him?” Yunusa asked randomly, itching to get in the act. “Don’t you dare, Yunusa,” Ifunanya shouted at him. Ifunanya ran into the house and reappeared with a roll of tissue paper. “Take and wipe your nose,” he said offering Emeka the roll. “Umunna, please drag Chikamso inside. Yunusa, get back to your post now.” Reluctantly, Umunna dragged Chikamso into the compound. “Are you alright?” Ifunanya asked Emeka. “I will be alright. She dashed back into the compound and ran back out with a bucket of water. “Take; wash off the blood,” she instructed him, offering him a helping hand.”

“Are you sure?” Chidera asked Agusi over the phone. “Yes, I am very sure. She is about six feet tall and somewhat slender. She is dark in complexion. The man that was fighting with our target looks like him, so I think he is her brother,” Agusi relayed the information to Chidera. “That must be Chikamso. He adores Ifunanya.” “What is she doing now?” She is helping him wash blood off his nose.” She is trying to get back with him, Chidera thought. “We have a change of plan,” she announced. “Don’t touch the young man, Emeka. Kill Ifunanya instead. I will send you her picture on WhatsApp to make sure that you have the right person,” Chidera announced. “Can I shoot her?” “No. Make it look like a natural death!” “How can we do that? Their wall is very tall and they have a security man. I am not sure we can access the compound.” “Then, hang around town and figure out where she goes and when. That is your job, Agusi. Wipe that girl!!!”

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