otarutestimony

 Emma said that she felt unsafe. She felt she was being stalked. She knew he was after her life. The signs were clear enough. She felt his presence anytime she was alone in her house. Sometimes she even felt him breathing down her neck, but when she turned he vanished.  Unfortunately nobody believed her, so bore the burden alone on her delicate and extremely fragile shoulders. Her sea-blue eyes always looked frightened. Her hair always messy.  Nightfall was a cruel torture for her. Each night she waited for him to end her. Eventually, she could no longer bear it. She decided to do it herself with the knife she always carried about for self-defence. 

 I should have known. The signs were clear enough. And how I managed to ignore them still remains a mystery. For once I listened to my heart instead of my head and I was definitely not prepared for the devastating consequences that followed.   I thought we were headed somewhere beautiful. A place where nothing else mattered. A place were we could savour the sweet and precious feeling of having each other. Alas, my journey into this mysterious love plain was doomed and it ended before it even started. My fault actually.  Still new to the business, I painfully misconstrued every single thing. Her smiles I interpreted as acceptance. Laughter as deep affection. Holding of hands as a sign of better things to come.  Apparently, the better things didn't come. I became an innocent victim of deception. Initially, nothing weird at first. Just little excuses which seemed reasonable at first. However, it soon became glaring that she'd transformed into something else. Someth...

 Paul, a security guard was standing near the door of a restaurant when a young lady breezed past him and entered inside with the lemon scent of her perfume trailing her. She ordered something small and simple and chose to seat near the door. Her dark-green jacket was buttoned to the chin and she only unbuttoned the first three buttons before she began eating. But she didn't really eat much as she kept fiddling with the vegetables on her plate with her fork. Every sixty seconds she picked up her phone and dropped it after another ten seconds. She fiddled more and more with the food, before taking a sip from the glass of water on her table. The sleeves of the jacket folded up to her elbows and Paul could see several scars on her hands. She seemed to have noticed and pulled the sleeves down to her wrists and adjusted her the black wig on her head. Her jacket and the long gown she wore underneath matched the wig's colour. However Paul knew there were more scars beneath the clothes...

 Every single passenger in the bus protested as the driver insisted on waiting for the woman that morning. The woman however seemed unbothered, and took her time getting into the bus. When she finally climbed into the bus she stopped at the door and observed everyone seated with an unmistakable sneer on her broad face.  There was nothing fascinating about her really, except that she was wearing an unbelievably thick red sweater which was a complete mismatch for the weather as the sun was up earlier than usual and was already shimmering with it's radiant morning heat. Also, the woman had a dog in her brown and odd-looking handbag. Which was a rare sight since most people around that area did not own dogs, and the very few who did always kept their dogs at home. Yet there she was with her dog and all. She had even taken her time to put a red bow on the dog's head. With this, it was clear she didn't belong there; she was a stranger. Apart from the dog and the red sweater, ther...

  The wind coursed violently down the street and the metal roofs of nearby houses squeaked in protest. One thing was clear; it would rain soon. In was in this weather that Tayo sped along in his unhealthy vehicle. He was totally oblivious to the screams of the wind. Only one thing mattered, the lady in the car he had just picked along the road. So he sped on, to his sweet destruction. 

 Ola entered the house tiredly. He was aware that it was well past eight in the night. He had a quick shower and then devoured some slices of watermelon for dinner. After eating, he washed his hands and settled down behind the desk in his room. He turned on his laptop and tried to feed words into it. But his mind kept wandering from one thing to another. Besides, the noise from his cousins who were watching a football match in the living room wasn't helping.  Frustrated, he picked up his phone plugged in his headphones and selected a song to help him focus. He did focus eventually, on chasing birds in his dream.

 Ayo brought out his laptop from his bag. He was seated on a bench in the park, directly under a tree. The atmosphere was relaxing cool breeze was somewhat seductive. He gathered his notes together and tried to conjure a nice story but the snuggling couple a few steps away from him were distracting him. Then a group of drunken friends near him started arguing loudly, prompting him to put on his headphones to protect his headspace from the noise. But just then a lump of a foul smelling substance landed on his nose. After verifying that it was bird poop, Ayo decided that he had had enough.