The Thief

The newly wedded couple, Clinton and Judith, drove home after their wedding to enjoy their first night as man and wife. It was a long awaited night, it was a memorable night; they made love like it was the last time they would. Alas, it was. Judith woke up the next morning to find Clinton no more. The thief had stealthily come at night and had taken him away
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Raymond had just completed his university education after seven years of studying medicine. So he travelled back home to enjoy the long missed company of his family and friends in Lagos. Sunday was the next day and Rey was on the mic, attesting to God’s graciousness upon his life when a slight cough escaped his throat. He cleared his throat and tried to continue his testimony, but the coughing persisted. Hmm, the mind of the congregation: “It’s a normal thing, it will soon fade away”. Alas, it wasn’t normal, and it was not fading away. Harder and heavier coughs accompanied by blood followed suit, the environment became hot for Rey, the thief was just by the corner. Rey felt his presence. The thief was not going to go empty-handed. He choked until he slumped. Then came this thief to the shock of the church, taking Rey up on his shoulders and speeding away with him. No one could chase this thief, he was faster than electric currrent flow.
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Janet got away with Chioma’s five thousand naira and Chioma vowed to go and give her the beating of her life the next day. Dressed in a singlet and a pair of bum shorts, Chioma banged at Jane’s door the next day.
“You better come out o! Come out and give me my money Janet! Or else you’ll regret your coming into this world! You have no hiding place Janet, you have no hiding place!” Chioma screamed.
Alas, Janet was hiding somewhere she would never find her. Not even her parents could tell where she, Janet, was. But they knew she was gone, because the thief had taken her away the previous night. When Chioma got the news, she was devastated, she threw away her grief, and began sobbing, the strange wicked thief her taken her friend away.
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The thief took my friend, Sandy, away. She came visiting one monday and we really had a nice time together. But sadly, Sandy didn’t get home again. It was the thief who had taken her away after a ghastly motor accident. The same thief.
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“Charlie, what have we done? I’m pregnant! I can’t keep this baby. I’m not ready to shoulder this” Kate cried. Charlie was in support. They decided to give the unborn baby to the thief. But the thief was greedy and sped away, taking the Kate also with him. Oh! The cruelty of the thief!
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We planned visiting my uncle and his family on Christmas day. On our arrival, we met all the compound neighbours gathered together with sagging, crest-fallen faces; wails echoing everywhere. The landlord looked at us. We were so Christmassy, looking so georgeous in our expensive outfits, he shook his head and motioned for our dad to go into Uncle’s room. He came back and broke the bad news. He had gone in and found all of them no more, he needed no one to tell him who had taken all of them away. It was the same thief.
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It was in the game of football in Greenhill High School.
“You always cheat, you are too partial!” Obi yelled at senior Jasper who angrily blammed a shot at the little boy’s tummy which sent him sprawling on the floor. And in few minutes, the thief had come and disappeared with the boy…

The thief…… is death. Death is that wicked thief that consumes lives, that unstoppable thief, that thief dreaded by other thieves in the world, dreaded by all armed forces; and cannot be destoyed by bullet, sword, bomb, water, fire and any other thing which could serve as an instrument of destruction in the world.

Death…..is that thief.



15 thoughts on “The Thief” by Ezeama Chijioke Desmond (@Chijy)

  1. yes, death is that thief

    1. Yes it is. That heart breaking thief that steals the beloved, it is death.

  2. Korayday (@DelectableKay)

    The first paragraph/story felt like a mallet or a gavel…and then in my mind Dbanj’s song started playing: “oya suddenly…” Get the point? No? Okay, at the point where you said “Alas, it was”, I thought “ahn ahn, why so abrupt?” But after reading on, I understood what you were doing.

    I like the style/format of your piece although I wasn’t exactly itching to see what was in the next paragraph…

    1. I’m glad you understood @korayday. All the paragraphs portray different circumstances featuring the subject. Thanks for reading

  3. It is a good idea but I couldn’t really connect with any of your characters perhaps there were too many stories in one.
    Vignettes that I have read have three scenes/stories and are usually descriptive. They make up what they lack in character/story development with words. Impressive lines.
    Still, I like that you did something new. It just needs a little bit more work @chijy.
    Keep honing your craft.
    Well done

    1. I think I’ll work on that. Thanks @olajumoke

  4. Great idea.

    Too much telling. Not enough showing.

    Consider:

    “Clinton could barely focus on the driving, for the desire that emanated from Judith’s eyes like a witch’s hex. But who could blame her? The gleaming rings on her finger told the story- the universal story of a just married couple on their way home to spend their first night together as man and wife.
    And after waiting so long – who could blame them?
    The door barely closed behind them when; as though by mutual agreement fatigue dissipated from both their bodies like steam. They tore into each other as though it was the last time…

    And alas. It was.”

    Forgive me taking the liberty – I just figured to show you what I meant. It could even still be better than that – it’s just a small sample. Hope you don’t mind. Hope you get.

    You get?

    Get better.

    1. Whoa…amazing

  5. The thing is that the scenes were many. I felt giving much description on each story would have over-stretched the piece. But your idea was beautiful. I think I can borrow a thing from it. Thanks @seun

  6. I loved all the stories…take all the corrections and it’ll be an amazing set…welldone

  7. I actually like your format, it shows that no matter where you are who you are when you are there that death can come for you rich poor young old happy or miserable. this peice made that point very clear

  8. Thanks @ivie. I’m glad that the message was delivered

  9. Iseone Lawal (@womeninspiredblog)

    great piece

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