It Wasn’t Me (part 3)

It’s been 30 minutes since the incident happened and if the man wasn’t dead before, he was now. I am still just sitting thinking to myself, thinking about what my life used to be before I moved to the cursed city. I was even starting to think that someone from my village put a spell on me to cause me this misfortune. I look around and am all alone, my so called friends left me, and my uncle is t work, at a time when I need my friends and family the most they’re not here. I look at the man’s body and wonder if he had a family, I wonder if he had a wife or kids or parents who loved him.

I wonder what he was doing here at the Jewry store, maybe he bought something for his wife, or his mom or even his daughter.  I wonder if he knows that I didn’t kill him. Wow kill in all the years of my life I never taught that I would say that. oh please don’t think of my as a murderer, I didn’t kill him am begging you to please me, but I guess that’s what all murderers say. When I finally  stopped thinking for a moment  I hear a voice, real or not the word it said made me rethink everything in my entire life even the day I was born.

“A clear and innocent conscience fears nothing,” the voice said.

But I was afraid!!!!



4 thoughts on “It Wasn’t Me (part 3)” by nigerianteen (@mimi)

  1. Oh yes he has to be….because of Aluu tinz…jungle justice

  2. Nalongo (@Nalongo)

    And you are still there with him?!

  3. ufuoma otebele (@ufuomaotebele)

    I love the ending “But I was afraid.” Even if we didn’t commit the crime, there are thousands of other reasons why fear takes over.

  4. Interesting……………

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