Lagos, Present Day.
Laurie read over the blog post on her laptop for the ninth time. A frisson of glee swept over her. Wow, this was going to dynamite! She skimmed over the facts of the story. Terreghe Lawrence, a single, Christian, male, youth corper had died the day before while taking a swim in a rural steam at Asaba. The details of his death were shady, but God forbid she tell her readers that. She called it suicide. The young man had supposedly been jilted by his childhood sweetheart, he had been broke for weeks and was yet to receive his allowance, his parents were threatening to disown him over his refusal to join the family cult. These and more lies she generously tossed into the post that was to garauntee traffic to her award winning blog today. Looking at her work she felt another rush of pride. Yes! This was the bomb!
Kerreghe attempted to drown his pain in a bottle of dry gin. Henieken was his usual brand but when one suddenly losses his twin brother, norms fly out of the window. He reached for his cell phone, 30 missed calls, mostly worried friends a few from co-workers.
He was about to drop it when it rang again. It was Osaze, his main man, the closest person to him after Terreghe. He picked the call
“Kay, na wa oh! Sorry oh! Wey you dey?” Osaze’s voice was gruff.
“I dey Mama Silas place. Early mor-mor I suppose go Asaba go bring the body come bury. No long ting.” His eyes grew misty and he swallowed a sob.
” OK now, make we waka like that.” He paused “Abeg no too vex for wetin that Laura babe write o! Na money she dey find and lack of husband set follow worry am.
“Which Laura? The one we dey write for internet? Wetin she write?” A surge of anger hit him.
” Ehn… just some kind lies sha, make dat one no worry you.”
They concluded arrangements for bringing the corpse down and agreed to meet. He tapped in the name of Laura’s website and read her post. When he finished he was outraged. He still had his firearms, tokens of his time spent as a hitman in one of the leading secret cults on campus. He knew exactly what to do. No one would slander any of his loved ones and get away with it. No one.
Three months later it made headlines worldwide and was blogged and reblogged in a frenzy.
The title was simple – Famous female blogger shot by unknown gunman.
And had Laurie been able to see,she would have been pleased to note that her blog traffic was higher than ever.