LIGHTHOUSE - Episode 21

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Her heart pounded against her rib cage as she peered around in the darkness. Abruptly, a figure jumped out of the darkness and placed a hand over her mouth. She was dripped with debilitating fear. Quickly, the figure tackled her to ground and straddled her. “If you shout, I will put a bullet in your head,” Uduma warned her. She could hear her heart beating ferociously off her poor rib cage. “Did you hear me?” he asked. Slowly, he removed his hand with his gun pointing at her head. “I won’t shout. I won’t shout,” she replied. Her voice was riddled with fear. “Do you have all the money in the bag?” he asked her. “Yes…all of it.” Uduma took the bag, opened it and flashed a torch inside. Gladness permeated his heart. This is it…I finally made it big, he thought to himself.

He placed the bag beside him and began to rip her clothes off. “If you shout, you are dead. I will blow off your brains before anyone shows up. In case you have no clue, I am quick like Cristiano Ronaldo running from the Real Madrid midfield to the attack in the El Classico against Barcelona. I will rush down the hill and across the river into utter darkness, no one will dare chase me into the bushes across the river. So, don’t you dare shout,” Uduma explained.  “Did you hear me?” “Yes…Yes I heard you. If I shouted, you’d run like Cristiano Ronald in an El Classico match between Real Madrid and Barcelona,” she answered in fear. “Good. You are a good listener,” he said pulling off her clothes.


He climbed her when all her clothes had been removed. She closed her eyes and tightened her teeth as he pounded away on top of her. He filled her ears with his loud foul breath as his eyes burned with raw passion. “This is what you get for trying to double cross me, Chidera,” he said. She said nothing in reply except for close her eyes and wait for the end of her nightmare. When he was finished, he remained on top of her, breathing heavily like Chelsea’s Diego Costa after running half the length of the field to score against Manchester City.

“Are you finished?” she asked him. “Finished? Of course not. I am only starting. I will ingratiate myself completely tonight before we go to the next thing I have planned for you tonight.” “What might that be?” “I will show you when I am ready.” A few minutes later, he began to rock on top of her again. When he climaxed, he lay beside her on the grass breathing frenetically. Soon, he was back on top of her again. “Are you not tired?” she asked this time crying. “Tired? Hahaha!!! I am Cleveland Cavalier’s LeBron James, Chelsea’s Diego Costa, Manchester City’s Yaya Toure and Real Madrid’s Cristiano Ronaldo rolled into one. I can go all night,” Uduma answered sarcastically. “Do you know all the people I just mentioned?” he asked her. “Some of them.” “Then, you must realize that I could go all night!!!” She said nothing.

“Hello!!! Are you there?” A voice asked in the darkness. “Lady, are you still there. Where are you? You asked me to wait, and it has been a while now,” the male voice asked. Uduma was rattled. He quickly put on his clothes. “Don’t you dare move,” he said hurriedly to Chidera in a low tone, wielding his gun. “Who did you bring here? I told you to come alone?” he asked angrily. “It is…it is the taxi driver. I asked him to…to wait.” “I don’t believe you. I am going to kill you.” “Please don’t!! I am telling the truth. I am very sorry; I thought I’d deliver the money to you and leave immediately, so I asked the taxi driver to wait for me.” “Is he a policeman?” “No!!! It is the taxi driver,” Chidera insisted, raising her voice slightly. “Is that you there? Did I hear your voice there? You know I have been here for quite a while, so I need to get paid!” said the taxi driver.

Kpo!!! Kpo!!! Kpo!!! Uduma fired shots in the air. The taxi driver took to his heels. “Maybe you think you are Kim Kardashian, Chidera…you get what you want when and how you want it right? You double-crossed me once, how am I sure that is not a policeman?” “He is running away. Can’t you see that? He is only a taxi driver. If he were a policeman, he would not run!” “Abi, the police don’t die right?” “Whether you think you are Kim Kardashian, Katie Holmes, Genevieve Nnaji or Omotola Jalade Ekeinde, you will not double-cross me again!!!” Uduma said as he fired shots at Chidera. He fired four shots in all as he grabbed the bag of money. He scurried to his feet as he sped into the darkness, heading towards the river. Chidera’s body squirmed violently as life deserted her. Blood oozed out of her neck and chest as her neck tilted to the left.


Ifeoma turned on the television. It had been a very busy day at the office. She sank into the couch with the remote control in hand. She listened to John Legend’s ‘All of Me’ on the radio while she searched through channels on television. “…And I’m so dizzy, don’t know what hit me, but I’ll be alright. My head’s under water but I’m breathing fine. You’re crazy and I’m out of my mind…All of me, loves all of you,” Ifeoma sang to John Legend’s popular love song. Then, she stumbled upon news on NTA (Nigerian Television Authority) Enugu.

“The police say the young man whose picture you see on the screen, Mr. Uduma Umeh is extremely dangerous. He is implicated in a kidnapping case and is currently on the run. Mr. Umeh and his friend, another criminal who is now in police net abducted a girl and put her through untold torture while asking for the sum of ten million naira from her father. Anyone who has information on how to find Mr. Umeh should contact the Nigerian Police force at the number on your screen,” the newscaster announced. “There is a reward of one hundred and fifty thousand naira for anyone who helps the police with information on how to find this dangerous criminal,” the newscaster continued.

Uduma? Was that the girl whose number he asked me to research at work? So, he used me to get her address and then he and his friend went over to kidnap her? It has to be the same girl. I am mad!!! I am so mad at him now for using me!!! Ifeoma contemplated the events of the past week. I won’t let him get away with this. No, he is not getting away with this! She concluded as she rummaged through her purse for her phone. She had committed the phone number on the screen to memory.

“Hello!” A voice said over the phone. “Hello, I have some information about Uduma Umeh,” she replied. “May I have your name, please?” “I’d rather not leave my name. I don’t even want the money…the reward. I happen to know this young man and I think I know where he is hiding. I saw his picture on television and wanted to help the investigation.” “The police are certainly grateful for your willingness to help.” “It is my pleasure. That bastard, Uduma is hiding in Obiagu. The name of the street is Okrika Street, number 24. The building is run down and the Street overlooks the river. It is a real ghetto with bad roads and shacks. I grew up there years ago. I knew Uduma back then. He has friends there. If you raid there, you will certainly find him there.” “We certainly appreciate the information, young girl. Thank you very much. In case you change your mind, we have your number anyway, so we can confirm that it is you should you decide to claim the reward money…that is, if we find him there.” ‘You will. I guarantee that.”

One and half hours later, 24 Okrika Street was raided. The police arrived in numbers and cordoned off the entire street. The zeroed in on the house, covering every conceivable escape route. Slowly, and methodically, they began to go through the building, one apartment at a time. “Don’t move! Just stay where you are while we search your apartment. Have you seen this young man?” The police dished out orders to tenants in the building. “Yes…yes, he hides in the apartment on the other end of the building. He only comes out at night. I have seen him a few times,” a boy told the police. “Are you sure of what you are saying?” His father yelled at him, afraid that he may have put his life and those of his family members in danger. “Yes papa!” “He is only a little boy, officer, he does not know what he is saying,” his father explained to the policeman. “I am sure, daddy,” the boy insisted. “Come, point at the apartment for me,” the policeman said, ushering the boy to the door.

He pointed in the direction of the apartment he was describing. A thick ball of sweat walked languidly down his father’s forehead. “Don’t worry; no one knows what you have said to us. Besides, we will apprehend everyone in the apartment, okay?” The policeman assured him and his father. “Yes,” said the boy. His father wanted to smash all his teeth off his mouth. The police rushed towards the apartment. Uduma already knew they were around. He had wanted to run out of the building with all the commotion going on, but the police were all over the place. There was no way out. The building was one of those poorly planned buildings you find in the ghetto. He sneaked out of the apartment and hid in a narrow, smelly toilet. He remained quiet like a stowaway, lurking in a compartment in an airplane wing en route to Europe. Even a stowaway might have more room than he did in the narrow toilet. He wished he was a stowaway sneaking out of his current predicament on an airplane.

The noise increased as police searched the apartment. Two of Uduma’s friends who were sleeping in the narrow bedroom were arrested. “Where is he?” they asked them. “Who? Who are you talking about?” they asked the police in reply. One of the policemen hit one of them hard in the head with the butt of his gun. Before he could recover, he got another hit in the head. Then, the policeman put the barrel of the gun in his mouth and yelled at him, “Where is he? Before I shoot you to death!!!” “I don’t know.” “Shoot him!!!” shouted another policeman. He placed his hand on the trigger as though to pull it. “Check the toilet. I am not sure, but since he is not in the apartment, that is the only place he can hide,” Uduma’s friend began to sing in fear. Before the police could move in the direction Uduma’s friend was pointing, Uduma jumped out of the toilet and began to shoot aimlessly. He was fear-riddled. He hit a policeman in the hip and another in the stomach. One of his friends was hit in the neck. Before he could run through the space between one wing of the building to another, police bullet hit him in the back, and then in the neck and chest. He slumped to ground and died almost instantly.

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