Before the detective even came around, Oluchi had tried to call Aina's number severally without any progress. She had also called Aina's grandmother in the village who she stayed with. The old woman had struggled with the mobile phone whose ringing tone was at its peak so as to enable the old woman hear it when it rings. The China version of Nokia 1202 was in the old woman's purse as she fought her way through the numerous things in her purse before picking the call. "Hello!" The old woman shouted into the phone, as if trying to prove the point that she could use the device. "Ta lo n soro(who is talking)?" She questioned, as if the phone would stop her from knowing who was speaking from the other end. "Mama, it's me. Oluchi." Oluchi said. The woman repeated her question about three times because she could not hear the caller well enough. After it all, she got to know it was Oluchi that was speaking. "Haha! Oo-l-uuu-shiiii" The old woman pronounced the name with her strong Yoruba accent, after which she rained series of prayers on Oluchi. The old woman asked about her grand-daughter's well being, and Oluchi made her know she was fine, eventhough she wasn't sure about that. "Me talk to Aina now." The old woman later said with her broken village English. Oluchi knew what that meant. The old woman wanted her to give the phone to her grand-daughter. "That means Aina is not with her." Oluchi told herself. Oluchi then lied that Aina went on an errand and would be back soon. She didn't want to tell the old woman that her grand-daughter was no where to be found, and that she had called to know if Aina was with her.
It all started one evening Raimi called Akin that she would not be coming back home early. Akin was already at home, while Aina was preparing dinner. The 16 years old girl had walked up to Akin's study room to request for money to buy the newspaper Akin told her to get for him. Akin, after looking at the young girl lustfully for a while told her to go to his room to get his wallet on the bed. Aina got there, and could not find any wallet on the bed, as she turned to leave the room, she found Akin behind her. "Oga I no see the wallet." She said, startled. Akin did not say a word. Instead, he locked the door behind him, and the next thing Aina knew was that her virginity was forcefully taken away from her on her master's bed that very day. She cried and cried and cried. Akin console her to an extent before Raimi came back. Since then, Akin molested Aina sexually any time Raimi was not at home. He would threaten the young girl of sacking her every now and then, if she ever revealed the secret to his wife. The innocent young girl had aborted three pregnancy since then, and whenever she tells Akin of missing her period, the following day, Akin would force her to drink a bottle of juice mixed with drugs that would terminate the life of the innocent infant in her womb. This activity went on for about three months, and then it stopped. Akin stopped molesting and harassing her, and instead, he started treating Aina badly. The girl became so imperfect to Akin that he disliked her more than he ever liked her. Aina was coming from the kitchen one afternoon when she over-heard Akin telling Raimi. "I want you to sack that girl." He said. He proved points why Raimi should let the girl go for good, and employ another better house help. That was what influenced Aina's decision to kill Akin. She had bought a very effective rat poison from the market the day before, and had been waiting for the best opportunity to put it in Akin's food or drink. It was the following day an opportunity showed itself. After warming the stew which Akin used to eat the rice Raimi boiled that day, she poured a good portion of the poison in his food, and she watched from the kitchen to be sure he ate the food. It was after Akin had eaten the food that she began regretting what she had done. She left the house immediately Akin left that very morning. She left with some of her things, some jewelries and money she could find in her boss' room. One would simply blame Aina for her actions. Although, no explanation could justify her reason for killing her boss, but nevertheless, one would still tamper justice with mercy on such a young girl who had suffered months of molestation in the hands of a callous master.
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The evil that men do no longer live after them, rather, it lives with them. Our actions in life go along way to determine what becomes of us here on earth and there after. It is always advisable that we watch what we do because DEATH (which is a debt we all must pay) can come knocking any day, and when it comes, what would Death catch us doing? The path of righteousness is narrow and only very few people trail the road, while the road to destruction is big and wide, and it's filled with multitude. Infact, that very road is a Highway to Hell. To know the road you are trailing right now is very simple. Just check your actions, and if you're on the Highway to Hell, quickly re-trace your steps.
++++ SAY NO TO CHILD ABUSE AND MOLESTATION +++++
++++ SAY NO TO ANI-MAN+ISM ++++
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