Hit And Run - Episode 7
21-07-25 (09:57)
It was alre-ady getting dark.
I ran out throu-gh the door Tiffany was pointing into the
backyard of the house, the whole house was
surrounded by a fence. I was still contemplating my
escape route when I saw Segun circling in to where' I
was. Immediately I ran towards the barrier, lifted
myself with one foot, placed both my hands on the
surface and flew out. While mid-air I could have sworn
I saw Segun holding a phone to his ear muttering
something like ‘act 4 accomplished’.
I had landed r0ûghly; I stood up feeling too much pain
at my ankle. I looked around and saw a familiar face,
tall, dark, on chinos. The first lanky paparazzi again! He
was alre-ady taking pictures. I didn’t hesitate for an
extra second as I dashed towards the paparazzi, he
noticed my intensions as he quic-kly turned and started
running away from me. I chased after him swearing
that I would snap his n£¢k if I caught him.
The lanky man luckily ran into a cab which drove him
off to safety; for I swear if I had caught him…
I stood at the middle of the road, hands on my w@!st. I
didn’t know the next line of action to take, but it
seemed Segun had st©pped chasing me, it didn’t bother
me. ‘It was a good thing after all’ I thought.
I hailed a taxi and asked the driver to take me to my
home addresss, no one could possibly do me harm
there. Inside the taxi I reminisced about all that had
happened, picking the pieces of the whole event and
putting them together. My visit to Mike’s house, His
wife, she couldn’t drive and I offered to drive her, she
told me a few horrible things about Mike; a man I had
respected. What’s more? My car got stolen, sudden
paparazzi’s, Tiffany’s friend’s house, the S-x, phone call,
Tiffany’s death and Segun firing bullets at me, his own
phone call. Then the stupid paparazzi again, he seemed
to have been waiting. Everything seemed like a plot
and the only logical conclusion is that Mike is the Master
mind. That son of a b—h is going to serve a long jail
term I thought.
Sitting at the pas-s£nger’s seat of the Lagos cab, the
thought of Tiffany flooded my mind. The young
beautiful and talented actress whom I had a crush on
first sight for, had died in my arm right after we made
love. Murdered by her own husband, thinking about it
now I realized I was actually in love with her.
Then for the first time in my entire life, inside a taxi cab,
I bent my head and sobbe-d for a woman.
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“We are sorry to interrupt this program to bring you this
sad news.” The radio pres£nter’s voice jo-lted me back
to reality. What could be worse than a man killing his
own wife? I sat up and eagerly listened to what the
news was going to be about.
“Today, actress Tiffany Johnson was sp©tted with a yet
unidentified man roaming the streets. When paparazzi
sp©tted them and started taking pictures, they ran into
a compound and secluded their selves there.” The
reporter was saying. But that was old news. Or have
they found the b©dy alre-ady? I thought. Segun was
definitely going to clean up his mess.
“Now the sad news is that, actress Tiffany’s b©dy was
found lying dead inside the main building of the
compound.” What? How could Segun be so careless? I
was about to be shocked myself.
“Someone alerted the police when they saw a man
jumping out throu-gh the fence of the crime scene.
Thankfully a man was there that took pictures of the
man jumping the fence. Now the pictures depict the
same man that had been sp©tted earlier with the
actress.”
‘That bastard paparazzi!’ I cringed.
“When the police arrived at the crime scene and
conducted some investigations, they found out that the
actress had not only been murdered…” yes by her
demon of a husband. “…but also severely R@p£d” wait
a minute!
“When could she have been R@p£d” I said to the
hearing of the taxi driver who looked at me
suspiciously.
“Which r@p£ ke?” he asked angrily.
“Umm nothing” I said sharply. He turned and faced his
front.
“The prime suspect of this brutal and disgusting crime is
no other but the mysterious man that she was sp©tted
with and the police are doing everything within their
power to apprehend this nutcase.” The reporter was
saying.
“What?! That can’t be! I didn’t do it, Mike Adewale did!” I
blurted out.
“we-tin this one dey talk?” the taxi man was staring at
me angrily.
“Sorry, nothing” I said quietly. Hoping he hadn’t gotten
any hint of the situation.
“we-tin this news people they talk self?” he said and
turned to me.
“Umm they killed a celebrity today and they are
accusing the wrong guy.” I said. Hoping he gets the
message.
The taxi driver looked at me, hissed and shook his head.
“Oga, if to say ah dey hears English ah for dey ask you
we-tin e talk? Nons-en-se”
“Sorry abeg no vex, them say they kill one girl wey dey
act film, but I think say them dey accuse the wrong
person.” I broke it down for him.
“How you wan take know that one you dey there?” he
hissed and continued facing his front.
I ignored him, of course I was there. This is just a blind
accusation by the daft Nigerian police f0rç£. I am a
victim here. All these thoughts ran throu-gh my mind
until a realization hit me ha-rd . The police was currently
looking for me. My house was no longer safe.
“Oga st©p here!” I shouted at the driver who
immediately screeched to a st©p. I jumped down and
paid the driver who hissed, shook his head and drove
off.
I was alre-ady very close to my house. From where' I
stood I could see a police patrol car at the front of my
house.
I made to turn and leave the premises. I saw that
bloody metal object pointed to my face; the handler,
Segun.
Even in darkness I could see Segun’s sm-irk. It was so
devious.
“Where do you think you are going?” Segun was
saying.
“c@m£ to finish me off?” I retorted.
Segun chuckled. “I Wish dude. You evading the police
were not p@rt of the plan; now turn around.”
I clenched my fist. “What are you talking about?”
Segun br@ndished his gun. “Everything has been
written down like a movie script. According to the plot,
in this scene you walk right into the cops and get
arrested. You have pla-yed your role well up to this
point; you don’t want to disappoint the director now do
you?”
I was mystified; I slowly pieced everything he said
together. It was all a plot to get me arrested. ‘Why’ I
wondered.
“Hurry up! Unlike most movies this one has a deadline.
Don’t worry geek boy, everything will be revealed at
the last scene.” Segun aimed at my che-st.
I thought about attacking him since it seemed they
nee-ded me alive. But the look in Segun’s eyes
suggested that he wouldn’t hesitate to b!ow me off if I
tried anything stupid so I maintained my cool and tried
a negotiation.
“Whatever Mike paid you, I will double it” I said.
Segun laughed loudly I feared the cops might hear him.
“You are a s£ntimental fool Charles. I don’t work for
Mike though that’s what he thinks; in fact he is a co
actor such as you. You both are following the same
script written by a higher master mind and moreover
what the director offers isn’t in terms of money. Now
kindly turn around and get yourself arrested” he said
sharply.
I turned around and began pondering what he just said,
if he doesn’t work for mike then who? Segun pressed
the gun in my spine urging me to move forward. I took
several steps forward, seeing that I was within the
cops’ eyesight I hesitated and turned around to see
Segun standing way behind me pointing the gun
towards my head. So much for handing me over to the
cops’
“Move it lad, change direction and I promise to draw a
map on your head.”
It seemed to me that the script says the police arrest
me in this scene; I wasn’t going to pl@yby the script
anymore.
“Hey!” I called out to the broad police man standing at
the front of my house. His colleague, a female turned
around and aimed her gun at me. I overhead Segun
blurter “$h!t”
“Put the gun down, although am innocent am here to
turn myself in” I said then turned around to see Segun
gone.
The female police officer rushed forward and placed
handcuffs on me. “You are un-der arrest for the murder
of Mrs. Tiffany Johnson. You have every right to remain
silent whatever you do or say shall be used against you
in the court of law.” She said sharply. Her colleague
walked briskly towards us and then turned me around.
She led the way, when I tied to follow suit the male
cop held me back, then he whispered to my ear. “That
wasn’t written in the script Charles.”
“Tell your director that I am the author of my own life.”
I whispered back. Don't forget to leave a Comment 
