Stabbed My Mum To Death – Heamam Babatunde Harbolore
But while we were there, I was wondering how and where my sister even got this mind of k!lling. “ Let go and look through the window” My sister said. Well, I agreed.
As we looked through the window, what we saw Aunty Nikky doing inside the room was so shocking. We saw Aunty Nikky on a praying mat, praying with all part of her body.
My sister and I’s faces met as we looked at each other surprisingly. “ This can’t be” I said, then looked through the window again. It was still the same thing. “ Aunty Nikky praying?” I asked myself, secretly in my mind, as I kept wondering what was really happening. It was just as if I was dreaming. “ we saw that right. She is seeking for God’s forgiveness after k!lling our beloved mother. Don’t be deceived “ my sister said.
Well, I wasn’t with my sister on k!lling Aunty Nikky. Even if we met our Mum’s head in her house, I wouldn’t still support k!lling. That is out of law. So, I told my sister to calm down. “ I’m coming. Let me go and look for where we can pass in” I said, as I went to the other side of the house.
I had known everywhere in the house. The house was ours. We had once lived there. So, I quickly went to a hiding place and made a call. I called the dpo. “ Hello, sir. I’m at _____________. I’m about to get k!lled. Please! Come to my aid. Don’t let me d!e, please” I told the dpo.
To be sincere, No one was trying to k!ll me but I had to say that so that the police men could come on time before my sister did the worse. “ wait, what are you doing there? Well, I’ll send my boys now” The dpo asked. “ Please, just let them be coming now, sir” I said, as we ended the call.
~ You need to know why we were shocked when we saw Aunty Nikky praying in the room? Good. Let me take you back to what happened when my mum was alive ~ .
If there were bad people in my father’s family side, That would be just two people; My grandma ( My father’s mother) and my father’s sister, This Aunty Nikky. You need to see how my mum was dèalt with by these two people.
My grandma and aunty Nikky had always hāted my mum. Even if my mum did them good, They would repay it back with ēvil. All they wanted to achieve was sending my mum out of his husband’s house.
Aunty Nikky was a bād person. There isn’t a single sin in this world that she had not committed. She smoked, she fōrnicāted and did some other bād things that are not meant to be seen a person doing. I could remember she once spent five years in prison.
The hatrēd and wār against my mum became hotter after my father’s dēath. This aunty Nikky’s present house wasn’t hers, It was my Dad’s. But the house was taken away from us forcefully after my father’s dèāth. They left us nothing to inherit from my father’s properties, they made us homeless for some years before my mum finally secured a job. We suffered.
So, seeing this same aunty Nikky praying. I’m so confused.
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I went to my sister and told her to calm down again. “ sister, let us break this door” she said, As she took a step. I grasped her cloth and told her, “ Police men are here. Throw the kn!fe away. Don’t implicate yourself” I said. She was shocked. “ who called the police? You?” She asked. “ Yes” I said.
It wasn’t more than a second that I told her this, we heard a knock on the door and police siren alarm followed it. Then a police van entered the house with the dpo dropping down from the van.
“ Where are they?” The dpo asked. “ No, Sir. This is aunty Nikky’s house”. “ oh” the dpo commanded his boys to knock on the door.
After knocking on the door, It was opened by aunty Nikky. Then I, my sister, the dpo, And his boys entered.
As aunty Nikky saw the police men, she was shocked. “What. Why? What did I do?” She was asking, shivering. That was where I grabbed her cloth tightly. “ You k!lled my mum. You’ll pay for it.” I said. “ arrest her” I added.
As she was about to be handcuffed, she made a statement that was so shocking. She said, “ please, handle me gently. I didn’t know anything about her dēath, But I knew a person I could say was responsible for her dēath”.
If it wasn’t aunty Nikky, Who could it be?
As she was about to be handcuffed, she made a statement that was so shocking. She said, “ please, handle me gently. I didn’t know anything about her dēath, But I knew a person I could say was responsible for her dēath”.
As she said this, I was shocked. Because I couldn’t believe she wouldn’t be the one responsible for my Mum’s dēath. I thought she was the culprit. I couldn’t think of any other person if it wasn’t her.
In a blink of an eye, she was dragged into the car and was driven away. The dpo told us, my sister and I to join him at the police station.
We got to the road, flagged down a cab – heeding to the police station. When it was just few meters to the police station, My sister asked to drop down from the cab. “But what happened?” I asked. She said she wanted to attend to something very urgent. “ more than this?” I asked, feeling surprised. “Yes” she yelled at me, asked the driver to stop the cab and then dropped down from the cab.
Well, I went to the police station. On getting there, before the dpo could even ask aunty Nikky anything, she had asked me to sit down and started talking.
What happened that night my mum was stābbed to dēath?
Though, Aunty Nikky was once a very bād person, But God made her change to good. She was then a good person. She went to go and visit my mum that bād night and ask for her forgiveness for all the ēvils she had done to her, but when she entered, she saw my sister stābbing my mum and their eyes met. That was why my sister used my Mum’s hand to write her name on the floor, so we could think she was the k!ller.
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As this was made clear to me, I nearly ran mãd, but then, the dpo ordered for my sister’s arrest. Though it was a very sad day for me, but I had to follow them.
As we got there, we saw my sister outside the gate, With her bags. Wanting to run away. The policemen arrested her and after getting to the station, she confessed that she was the k!ller who k!lled our mum.
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But why?
She stöle my Mum’s money to pay for her fiancé’s visa to abroad. The money was much, 3million naira. So when my mum knew and wanted to take action to arrest her and her fiancé. She had to act fast, and what she could think of was k!lling her own mum.
Where was the finance? He ran away with the money and betrayed her.
About mummy Dara? I begged her and compensated her.
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After some weeks, my elder sister was taken to the court and was sentenced to dēath by hanging.
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As I got home that day, I went to my family’s picture that was hanged on the wall ; My late elder sister, my late mum and my late dad. I removed it from the wall and started looking at it. Tears rolled down my eyes and fell on it. It was soon filled with my tears.
I couldn’t control the tears rolling down my cheeks. I cried and wept sorrowfully.
A happy home of four people, it remained just only me.
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