🌵 PART 3 🌵 🌵 I K!LLĒD MY WIFE 🌵
The next day, while everyone was looking for Famata, I pretended I didn’t know where she had gone.
I continued telling people that Famata had gone out the night before to a friend’s birthday party and hadn’t returned yet, and that I didn’t know which friend’s house she had gone to.
This became more serious after two days. Famata’s family members were all concerned about what had happened to her.
It got to the point where I couldn’t stand the questions any longer. Some family members and our neighbours even started suspecting me of Famata’s death, because of some slight changes in my behaviour. They were saying that I couldn’t be innocent of the loss of my own wife when she hardly clubbed or eloped.
All of the pressures and questions began to make me feel uneasy.
Why, as I sat in the backyard the next morning, grieving and contemplating how to solve this problem, I heard a word that startled and terrified me to my core.
It was a conversation between two little boys from next door.
I sat attentively, listening.
This is the conversation that insured between them:
“That night, when mum refused to let me into our house for coming home late, I was lying under our mangoes tree when I saw from a distance, someone coming from the direction of uncle Andrew’s compound with a bag on his shoulder,” house.
I dashed into the grass and hid to see who it was and what they were carrying in their luggage at that time of the night.
When the person got close enough to where I was resting in the grass, I realised it was uncle Andrew, but he didn’t notice me.
While I remained in my hiding place. I noticed him burying the bag. I’m not sure what he buried, but let’s wait until night so we can dig it up and discover what it was.”
A little boy told his friend from behind the bushy flower bush adjacent to our neighbor’s.
When I heard that, I knew it was about me because Uncle Andrew is the name they typically call me in the compound, and I knew everything pertaining to the death of Famata was going to be revailed.
The few Famata family members that came to conduct the search will return to their village today, returning tomorrow with the rest of the other families to resume the search.
So I devised a plan to collect my belongings and leave this house for the gold mine in Grand Gedeh county, never to return.
To be continued…
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