EPISODE 18
“Good,” the inspector said again, turning to
leave the room with the chief warder behind
him. “I don‟t think we‟ll find any evidence in
his belongings, Curtis…this one is meticulous
and careful….” “But we‟ll keep looking, sir.”
“Aye, just keep the fool under serious watch…
and get him a stronger cell!” Both men passed
the cell where Sean and his new cellmate were
busy arranging their things, and both
prisoners looked up to watch their backs
recede in the distance.
“Curtis had been of
immense help,” began Sean. Barry, his new
cellmate, only smiled. “Dude, it was the same
Curtis that put you in the same cell with a
killer!” he pointed out. “How did you know he
has killed before?” queried Sean. “It‟s just
rumors, right?” “He-he-he!” laughed the other
prisoner. Barry was in Lupe for grand theft,
but anybody seeing him for the first time
would think he was a pastor or a reverend
father. “It‟s no rumor, friend.
Everyone in Lupe knows Nimrod and his
deeds! I bet he‟s told you of how he killed his
teacher, as an introduction, right?” “Yeah, he
did…,” agreed Sean. “He always does that to
scare his would-be victims first,” continued
Barry. “But that story is nothing compared to
some other ones he had told us over the
years.” “Like which one?” “His having killed
his mother and father?” “What?” “Yes, of
course,” continued Barry in an authoritative
voice. “Swore he did and we believed him, of
course! Who wouldn‟t?” “How….Why?” Sean
was still aghast. “Why he killed his Dad? He
grew up in an abusive home, he says…you
should know this,” was the reply.
“Yes, I do…but…why should someone kill his
own father and mother?” “For the cruelty he
got from them both,” replied Barry, smiling.
“Took him four years to plan it, he told us…
after killing his teacher, you know….
That was his first taste of murder and he
enjoyed a gratifying sensation both during
and after the act. He knew he had found
himself an occupation after killing his teacher,
can you believe that? He was going to do it
repeatedly, but knew he must make sure he
was never caught. He started planning on how
he was going to kill his father and mother
after that first murder.” “How did he kill his
father?” asked Sean. “He did it in the old
man‟s bedroom with a cutlass; cutting him all
over as he watched him cry and die slowly!”
was the grim answer. Then Barry drew nearer
conspiratorially. “Nimrod told us he had his
first o----m while killing his father, can you
imagine that? Jeez!” And Sean drew back. His
imagination was refusing to go the mile with
him on this one! It was so obvious that
murder was like sex to this maniac and he
became even more relieved that he‟d survived
the night‟s encounter.
What if the mad man had strangled him in
that lonely cell after the act? Wow! “Bet you
want to know how he killed his mother as
well?” enquired Barry, grinning from ear to
ear. He didn‟t wait to hear Sean‟s reply to this
question, though. “After killing his father,” he
resumed, “Nimrod couldn‟t wait for his mother
to return, so he left home. However, before
leaving town, he went to the bar where she
normally drank in the evenings and set it on
fire! Nobody saw him in that neighborhood
again!” Sean was lost for words. “Yes, man…
he burnt her to ashes! His own mother!” “It‟s
not funny, Barry!” “Who said it was?” “The
guy‟s a bastard! And he was never found out?
What even brought him here? Murder?”
“Nope! Burglary…can you believe that? Of all
things…burglary!” Sean sighed. It would have
been good to know that Nimrod was in jail
due to murder. That would have meant either
a life or a death sentence for him and good
riddance to such a wicked soul from society!
Again, he sighed. It was always the worst of
them that got away! “You, what brought you
here?” Barry was asking him. “Me? Oh…rape,”
he said without a second thought. “What?”
Barry was really surprised. “Rape? Jeez!”
“Why…. What‟s the matter?” “And you say you
don‟t know why you had to meet Nimrod in
your lifetime!” the other prisoner exclaimed.
“God was judging you, my friend! Wow! You‟ve
raped in your lifetime and yet fail to know why
God sent a fag to plug your ass!” “How-How
was he caught?” his cellmate quickly put to
him, wanting to change the embarrassing
subject. “How was Nimrod caught…did he tell
you that as well?” Barry was still staring at
him as if he was just seeing him for the first
time.
Who would have thought that this feeble-
looking young man would have the courage to
rape somebody, probably a young girl who‟d
been looking up to him or something? He had
to shake himself out of this dazed state with
effort before focusing on the question this
same rapist had already put to him. “How was
Nimrod caught? Eh…yeah I remember that
one…about Glen!” “Who‟s Glen?” “Used to be
one of Nimrod‟s associates, according to him,
that is…. You see, Nimrod told us he survived
after leaving his hometown by indulging in
petty stealing and moving from one town to
another. Soon he joined a gang of thieves and
perfected his ruthlessness; murdering anyone
he perceived to be a threat. His peers were
afraid of him, especially after seeing him
commit many acts of murder. To them, he was
insane!”
Episode 19
“And? Then what?” “And in the next four
years, he consecutively joined more than four
different gangs after domineering and getting
tired of each one‟s modus operandi.” “Modus
what?” revisited Sean, trying to imagine the
meaning of the phrase. “Modus operan…I
mean…method of doing things…you no go
school?” the agitated storyteller broke down in
pidgin. “Sorry…just continue…,” he placated.
Barry hissed loudly and resumed his story.
“He did this until he found himself in Lupe, I
mean, the switching of gangs? He joined a
gang of intelligent thieves here in town and
became influential amongst them within six
months…he-he-he! “The leader of the gang,
Glen, didn‟t like this development and so he
secretly started antagonizing Nimrod. You see,
just like the other members, he was terrified of
the guy.
Even him gang no understand why Nimrod dey
kill people the way he was doing,” he said in
Pidgin English. “They must have assumed the
boy was sick…he-he-he!” “So what happened
next?” Sean wanted to know, tired of Barry‟s
peculiar storytelling style. “Don‟t get me
wrong here,” continued Barry. “Nimrod used to
tell us that this particular gang respected him.
He was organized and tactical, you see, and
he made no mistakes so there was less risk of
being caught. The only problem was his over-
indulgence in the act of brutal murder, but he
seemed to know how to take care of that
better, and this they also respected.” “So?”
“So with time he got more loyalists and
started agitating to be the leader. Glen
decided to opt out of the group but Nimrod
and the rest of the gang didn‟t see this as a
good idea, knowing that if he left, he was
going to be a danger to them. So Nimrod
decided that the best thing was to eliminate
Glen, and one night, he broke into Glen‟s
house….” “And?” “And to cut a long story
short, he was caught by the police while
preparing to kill Glen, and do you know he
kind of mentioned a certain witness to the
burglary who was Glen‟s neighbor so many
times that I thought he was going to kill this
guy before getting Glen as soon as he stepped
out of prison?” “Why do you think so?” “Why
won‟t I think so?” retorted Barry. “This man
testified during his trial.” “Oh,
I see….” And both men continued their
conversation, oblivious of whoever was lying
on a bunk in the next cell room. Fortunately,
for them, this person was not Nimrod, since
the maniac had spent that day standing nude
in the sun and lost in thought. Nimrod was
still the leader of a nameless gang even while
he was in prison. His followers respected him
a lot and still waited patiently for his release.
Through them, he had gotten all the
information about the one person he had
wanted to kill ever since he was thrown into
jail due to the fool‟s testimony. He had asked
them not to let the idiot out of their sight and
he believed that they were doing a great job of
this, because so far the fellow had shown no
sign of even knowing that he was being
watched. He couldn‟t wait. He already had
enough information about the busybody.
They said his name was Michael Black and he
lived comfortably at Number 8, Glow Street.
An irritating shriek from a guard‟s whistle
suddenly jolted him out of this reverie and he
realized that evening was fast approaching. It
was time to sleep. That night he dreamt that
he was forcing a hot, long rod into Michael‟s
anus. The young man kept crying in
intolerable pain until the dream faded away.
* * * Brenda didn‟t stay up that night since
she was still very depressed. She decided to
retire early, having wanted nothing to do with
anybody, or anything, throughout that day. Of
course, she was able to take her bath before
this and was just about to cover her
nakedness with a loose negligee when Jane
returned from her meeting with Michael.
Quickly, she threw the dressing gown over her
head and feigned sleep on her bed just before
her friend could open the door to her room
and look her over with concern. She felt a
little guilty, though, because she hadn‟t come
out to welcome Jane when she came in, which
was something of a tradition in their
apartment. Jane, on the other hand, never
noticed anything out of place in her friend‟s
room and quietly closed the door behind her
when she left, glad that Brenda was at least
having a good night‟s sleep. She couldn‟t
have been farther from the truth.
For Brenda‟s mind was in turmoil even as she
lay on her bed trying to mimic sleep. What in
the world must have made all three of her
former relationships to end in such a
devastating manner for her? Why had three
young men rejected a romantically mutual
agreement with such a wonderful and
beautiful girl like her? Somehow, she knew
that the answer to this question was the
solution to her current situation, but it had so
eluded her despite her having racked her brain
over and over again for a clue to this one
answer her future relationships might well
depend on.
Of course, she was a lovely woman, full-blown
and mature. Every curve of her body screamed
voluptuous to the world and every part of her
anatomy came measured and in the right
proportion, so what the hell was wrong with
her that made these three former lovers decide
to jilt her one after the other? Sadly, she was
yet to find out and hopelessly resigned to her
fate.
him. “I don‟t think we‟ll find any evidence in
his belongings, Curtis…this one is meticulous
and careful….” “But we‟ll keep looking, sir.”
“Aye, just keep the fool under serious watch…
and get him a stronger cell!” Both men passed
the cell where Sean and his new cellmate were
busy arranging their things, and both
prisoners looked up to watch their backs
recede in the distance.
“Curtis had been of
immense help,” began Sean. Barry, his new
cellmate, only smiled. “Dude, it was the same
Curtis that put you in the same cell with a
killer!” he pointed out. “How did you know he
has killed before?” queried Sean. “It‟s just
rumors, right?” “He-he-he!” laughed the other
prisoner. Barry was in Lupe for grand theft,
but anybody seeing him for the first time
would think he was a pastor or a reverend
father. “It‟s no rumor, friend.
Everyone in Lupe knows Nimrod and his
deeds! I bet he‟s told you of how he killed his
teacher, as an introduction, right?” “Yeah, he
did…,” agreed Sean. “He always does that to
scare his would-be victims first,” continued
Barry. “But that story is nothing compared to
some other ones he had told us over the
years.” “Like which one?” “His having killed
his mother and father?” “What?” “Yes, of
course,” continued Barry in an authoritative
voice. “Swore he did and we believed him, of
course! Who wouldn‟t?” “How….Why?” Sean
was still aghast. “Why he killed his Dad? He
grew up in an abusive home, he says…you
should know this,” was the reply.
“Yes, I do…but…why should someone kill his
own father and mother?” “For the cruelty he
got from them both,” replied Barry, smiling.
“Took him four years to plan it, he told us…
after killing his teacher, you know….
That was his first taste of murder and he
enjoyed a gratifying sensation both during
and after the act. He knew he had found
himself an occupation after killing his teacher,
can you believe that? He was going to do it
repeatedly, but knew he must make sure he
was never caught. He started planning on how
he was going to kill his father and mother
after that first murder.” “How did he kill his
father?” asked Sean. “He did it in the old
man‟s bedroom with a cutlass; cutting him all
over as he watched him cry and die slowly!”
was the grim answer. Then Barry drew nearer
conspiratorially. “Nimrod told us he had his
first o----m while killing his father, can you
imagine that? Jeez!” And Sean drew back. His
imagination was refusing to go the mile with
him on this one! It was so obvious that
murder was like sex to this maniac and he
became even more relieved that he‟d survived
the night‟s encounter.
What if the mad man had strangled him in
that lonely cell after the act? Wow! “Bet you
want to know how he killed his mother as
well?” enquired Barry, grinning from ear to
ear. He didn‟t wait to hear Sean‟s reply to this
question, though. “After killing his father,” he
resumed, “Nimrod couldn‟t wait for his mother
to return, so he left home. However, before
leaving town, he went to the bar where she
normally drank in the evenings and set it on
fire! Nobody saw him in that neighborhood
again!” Sean was lost for words. “Yes, man…
he burnt her to ashes! His own mother!” “It‟s
not funny, Barry!” “Who said it was?” “The
guy‟s a bastard! And he was never found out?
What even brought him here? Murder?”
“Nope! Burglary…can you believe that? Of all
things…burglary!” Sean sighed. It would have
been good to know that Nimrod was in jail
due to murder. That would have meant either
a life or a death sentence for him and good
riddance to such a wicked soul from society!
Again, he sighed. It was always the worst of
them that got away! “You, what brought you
here?” Barry was asking him. “Me? Oh…rape,”
he said without a second thought. “What?”
Barry was really surprised. “Rape? Jeez!”
“Why…. What‟s the matter?” “And you say you
don‟t know why you had to meet Nimrod in
your lifetime!” the other prisoner exclaimed.
“God was judging you, my friend! Wow! You‟ve
raped in your lifetime and yet fail to know why
God sent a fag to plug your ass!” “How-How
was he caught?” his cellmate quickly put to
him, wanting to change the embarrassing
subject. “How was Nimrod caught…did he tell
you that as well?” Barry was still staring at
him as if he was just seeing him for the first
time.
Who would have thought that this feeble-
looking young man would have the courage to
rape somebody, probably a young girl who‟d
been looking up to him or something? He had
to shake himself out of this dazed state with
effort before focusing on the question this
same rapist had already put to him. “How was
Nimrod caught? Eh…yeah I remember that
one…about Glen!” “Who‟s Glen?” “Used to be
one of Nimrod‟s associates, according to him,
that is…. You see, Nimrod told us he survived
after leaving his hometown by indulging in
petty stealing and moving from one town to
another. Soon he joined a gang of thieves and
perfected his ruthlessness; murdering anyone
he perceived to be a threat. His peers were
afraid of him, especially after seeing him
commit many acts of murder. To them, he was
insane!”
Episode 19
“And? Then what?” “And in the next four
years, he consecutively joined more than four
different gangs after domineering and getting
tired of each one‟s modus operandi.” “Modus
what?” revisited Sean, trying to imagine the
meaning of the phrase. “Modus operan…I
mean…method of doing things…you no go
school?” the agitated storyteller broke down in
pidgin. “Sorry…just continue…,” he placated.
Barry hissed loudly and resumed his story.
“He did this until he found himself in Lupe, I
mean, the switching of gangs? He joined a
gang of intelligent thieves here in town and
became influential amongst them within six
months…he-he-he! “The leader of the gang,
Glen, didn‟t like this development and so he
secretly started antagonizing Nimrod. You see,
just like the other members, he was terrified of
the guy.
Even him gang no understand why Nimrod dey
kill people the way he was doing,” he said in
Pidgin English. “They must have assumed the
boy was sick…he-he-he!” “So what happened
next?” Sean wanted to know, tired of Barry‟s
peculiar storytelling style. “Don‟t get me
wrong here,” continued Barry. “Nimrod used to
tell us that this particular gang respected him.
He was organized and tactical, you see, and
he made no mistakes so there was less risk of
being caught. The only problem was his over-
indulgence in the act of brutal murder, but he
seemed to know how to take care of that
better, and this they also respected.” “So?”
“So with time he got more loyalists and
started agitating to be the leader. Glen
decided to opt out of the group but Nimrod
and the rest of the gang didn‟t see this as a
good idea, knowing that if he left, he was
going to be a danger to them. So Nimrod
decided that the best thing was to eliminate
Glen, and one night, he broke into Glen‟s
house….” “And?” “And to cut a long story
short, he was caught by the police while
preparing to kill Glen, and do you know he
kind of mentioned a certain witness to the
burglary who was Glen‟s neighbor so many
times that I thought he was going to kill this
guy before getting Glen as soon as he stepped
out of prison?” “Why do you think so?” “Why
won‟t I think so?” retorted Barry. “This man
testified during his trial.” “Oh,
I see….” And both men continued their
conversation, oblivious of whoever was lying
on a bunk in the next cell room. Fortunately,
for them, this person was not Nimrod, since
the maniac had spent that day standing nude
in the sun and lost in thought. Nimrod was
still the leader of a nameless gang even while
he was in prison. His followers respected him
a lot and still waited patiently for his release.
Through them, he had gotten all the
information about the one person he had
wanted to kill ever since he was thrown into
jail due to the fool‟s testimony. He had asked
them not to let the idiot out of their sight and
he believed that they were doing a great job of
this, because so far the fellow had shown no
sign of even knowing that he was being
watched. He couldn‟t wait. He already had
enough information about the busybody.
They said his name was Michael Black and he
lived comfortably at Number 8, Glow Street.
An irritating shriek from a guard‟s whistle
suddenly jolted him out of this reverie and he
realized that evening was fast approaching. It
was time to sleep. That night he dreamt that
he was forcing a hot, long rod into Michael‟s
anus. The young man kept crying in
intolerable pain until the dream faded away.
* * * Brenda didn‟t stay up that night since
she was still very depressed. She decided to
retire early, having wanted nothing to do with
anybody, or anything, throughout that day. Of
course, she was able to take her bath before
this and was just about to cover her
nakedness with a loose negligee when Jane
returned from her meeting with Michael.
Quickly, she threw the dressing gown over her
head and feigned sleep on her bed just before
her friend could open the door to her room
and look her over with concern. She felt a
little guilty, though, because she hadn‟t come
out to welcome Jane when she came in, which
was something of a tradition in their
apartment. Jane, on the other hand, never
noticed anything out of place in her friend‟s
room and quietly closed the door behind her
when she left, glad that Brenda was at least
having a good night‟s sleep. She couldn‟t
have been farther from the truth.
For Brenda‟s mind was in turmoil even as she
lay on her bed trying to mimic sleep. What in
the world must have made all three of her
former relationships to end in such a
devastating manner for her? Why had three
young men rejected a romantically mutual
agreement with such a wonderful and
beautiful girl like her? Somehow, she knew
that the answer to this question was the
solution to her current situation, but it had so
eluded her despite her having racked her brain
over and over again for a clue to this one
answer her future relationships might well
depend on.
Of course, she was a lovely woman, full-blown
and mature. Every curve of her body screamed
voluptuous to the world and every part of her
anatomy came measured and in the right
proportion, so what the hell was wrong with
her that made these three former lovers decide
to jilt her one after the other? Sadly, she was
yet to find out and hopelessly resigned to her
fate.
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