Chapter 42

He lay on his bed, looking at the ceiling, practically staring into nothingness, the thoughts of the girl who looked exactly like his former aide, Jibawo Ketu, engulfing his mind.

It had been a few days ago and he had been told he was just seeing things, but how could that be? He knew he had seen her vividly and she had made a threat to kill him, but no one would believe him.

He had committed a lot of atrocities, but still lived very well. It was as though he wasn’t born with a conscience. According to the Christians, there was no peace for the wicked...but they were wrong. He had peace, even more peace than their troubled souls had.

That’s probably why the people around him weren’t taking him seriously. If after all these years, he still managed to live and sleep well, why was it at his old age that he’d be getting haunted? The guards that were with him on that uneventful day hadn’t known Jibawo Ketu, so, they couldn’t tell if he had been right or not. He had take