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Wale was seriously disturbed. His dark beady eyes narrowed as he read the letter for the hundredth time. And on his broad face, weathered by long exposure to the unfriendly Nigerian sun, creases appeared. He opened his mouth, closed it and clenched his teeth. His prying tongue ran across a few teeth reminding him that two days had past since he'd last brushed. 

Despite this, he wasn't too keen about brushing as he had several issues to settle. Besides, brushing made no difference at all on his oxytetracycline-stained teeth. In front of these were lips marred with numerous bruises and scars which were his only trophies from his countless brawls. Sometimes, he lost bitterly in these brawls. And other times, he nearly won. 

Another look at the letter told him he was getting into another fight he would never win. The letter was short and simple: 'We know you killed her. We have the evidence.' Wale looked around his room in desperation. The room was poorly lit and in disarray. Just like his mind was. He decided to start packing before 'they' came for him.

But deep down, he was truly sorry. He hadn't meant to kill her. The half-hearted punch he threw at her had been meant to silence but not harm her. However, the punch hit her head a little harder than he had intended and.... Wale snapped out of his remorse quickly, somewhat irritated that the letter had exhumed his guilt and self-pity from their narcotic graves. 

With his cigarette lighter in one hand, he picked the letter and it's envelope. He however discovered  a smaller envelope inside. He was puzzled. A letter within a letter? He asked himself. Cautiously, he opened the second envelope and found out a little too late that it wasn't a letter. It was a bomb.



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