I’ve been standing behind the window for 8 minutes now, even though what I was witnessing was killing me, I was determined to identify the guy banging my woman. The curtain wasn’t properly closed, so from an angle I could see everything happening. Dzibodi had arched her back in the doggy position, and the unidentified male was stroking hard behind her.
I could have barged inside to demand explanations but, I didn’t. But I just stood clinging to my heart in pain, anger and disappointment. It’s been 13 minutes now, and this guy was still banging the living day out of my woman, on impulse I wanted to badge in, I’ve seen enough stupidity going on in the room I rented my with my own money.
Then the guy ‘cummed’, I knew that because he was breathing and moaning heavily. So he turned to my direction to wipe himself up. I saw him, I knew who the guy was. It was Edem, looking at him filled me with raged, for a sec I thought it was a dream, but reality slapped me in the face when Dzibodi went between his thighs to give him a blow job.
I said nothing, I walked out of the house, walked a few meters to a store selling construction materials. I told the store keeper to give me the sharpest machete he had, I had some weeds I need to weed out. The store keeper brought out a new crocodile machete, its edges were sparkling and shining, never been used before. He wrapped it for me, I paid cash for it and
left smiling to myself.
I got to the house, and they were still banging each other, they way I bore eeehh, without thinking twice, I just knocked down the door and started beating Edem with the machete, I didn’t cut him up, I just beat the fuck out of him and told him to leave the room, Dzibodi was screaming, shouting and begging me. She was naked, but had a cloth wrapped around her when he saw me. I just sat in couch, I felt no pity for, her tears weren’t shit to me.
Then I asked her what I did to her, for her to screw me over like this, cos I thought everything was cool between us. I provided all her material needs, loved her to the core, so none of this made sense. I told her to give me an explanation, she said, “my mother didn’t approve of our relationship because I was Ashanti, we can’t get married”
The moment those words came out of her mouth, and I stood up, she knew she had fucked up! I just butchered her into pieces, I butchered her limbs off, stabbed her multiple times, I lost count at 17, I butchered her breasts off and cut one ear. I felt like an animal. Her body was in pieces in a pool of blood, blood dripping out of her head nose and mouth. Seeing what I had done, I just took a step back and sat in the couch and started crying.
Moments later I heard lots of noise, as if a crowd was approaching the house, so I quickly locked the gate and pushed the fridge behind the door. What I had done I knew I wasn’t getting away, I knew the crowd will beat me to death or the police will grab my ass. But which ever way I wasn’t gonna let them take me alive.
I wanted to slit my throat with the machete but I said, naah I’ll suffer before I die, and there’ll be too much blood, it’ll even be painful. So I decided to hang myself. I looked around for a rope, but I couldn’t get any. So I used the wire from her phone’s charger. I stretched the wire, it seemed strong enough. I tied one end to the ceiling fan and tied the other end into a loop.
The crowd was already at the door, trying to break the door down, I only had few minutes to die, and I had to be quick about it, for my last prayers, I told God to forgive me all my sins, amen. Then I got my head in the loop and pushed myself off the bed. I came falling down like a sack of potatoes, the wire broke, I fell so hard I thought I broke my spine.
The door was almost open, the crowd had managed break it, Edem was leading the crowd and he was edging them to break the door. They managed to break the door but I took my machete and swung it in the air, shouting, “If anyone come any closer to me, I’ll butcher the person”, then someone from the crowd shouted, “bring some rocks and stones”, I have no idea why, but I had the feeling I was going to find out sooner or later.
They brought in stones and started throwing at me, aiming for my head, I couldn’t shield myself. Someone aimed for my head, and I shouted “agyeeii”, I couldn’t take any of the stones, so without thinking twice, I stabbed myself in the stomach, it was so painful I couldn’t help but cry out loud, then crowd stopped stoning me, I was laying down lifeless, in my own pool of blood.
I knew I was going to die, then I remembered someone owned me 200 cedis, the person was gonna pay me the next day, “So I was going to let that guy take away my 200 cedis for free?”, I said to myself, but on the brighter side, I had gone for a bank loan, and now that I was going to die, no need to pay back. I started smiling to myself I never knew death was going to be this funny.
I felt heavy, I felt life oozing out of my body, I could hear people talking, but I couldn’t make out exactly what they were saying, but I heard, “Taxi, hospital, he’s dying, police, way coming, stop the blood”, I could only pick out those words but it didn’t make any sense but it didn’t bother me, I knew I’d be dead soon, so none of this would matter.
Then I heard, “wooawh wooawh wooawh, woooooo woawh woawh piiiiii porrrr piiiii
porrrrr”, that moment I knew I was fucked up! It was the police and the ambulance. The medic guys rushed in, placed gauze on my wound to stop the bleeding, then he opened my eyes and held a touch light to my eyes. That was the last thing I remember.
When I woke up, I was in a hospital, a police man was sitting next to me, another police man was standing in front of the door, one of my hand cuffed to the bed. When I was done glancing the room my eyes met the policeman sitting next to me, all he said was, “KWASIA”
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