What I was about to do could surely land me a lifetime jail sentence.
I had lived my life the way I wanted and there was no way I could let Kambani get away with everything.
“I am going to end it all today,” I said to myself as I cruised in my new X-Trail along Ginnery Corner. “Kambani will not get away with this, I swear. I will slaughter him and feed him to the G4S dogs.” I kept talking to myself. I was trembling and I had a lot of anger in me.
In the course of the evil thoughts, a quote from Mother Theresa assaulted my mind: ‘If a mother can kill her own child through abortion, then who are we not to kill or harm each other?’
That day, I was not afraid to kill or harm anyone as long as it would do me good.
I slammed on the accelerator to speed up as I could not wait to reach Chigumula where that magus resided.
It was getting dark and the weather was so frozy with drops of rains making it all complicated and with the traffic jam trying to put spanners in my mission. “What’s wrong with our traffic controllers? Why would they not do their job properly? No wonder our country keeps swimming in poverty.” I shouted.
Just at that question, the street lights went off. Blackouts again!
But somehow, I found it so interesting with the fact that it was raining and lights were off. I kept on imaging how thrilling it would be when I got to Kambani’s house. It would be more like a horror action movie where actors like Dwayne Johnson and Vin Diesel would go for a killing mission when it was all dark and frozy. I smiled so hugely. I loved my thoughts, I guess…
I drove past Kapenga stage. The traffic was clearing. In few minutes I was spotting Newlands-Chigumula. The area looked well lit. I guess the wealthier people could afford gensets to lit up their homes. But thanks to heaven, Kambani’s house had none; it was all dark and a bit scary.
You don’t need to wonder why I had courageously driven in such darkness and for that mission. I had gotten my car’s registration number plate removed long before my journey just to make sure nobody noticed me. I was well prepared. A lady on a mission.
I arrived at Kambani’s house quietly. I managed to get in as the front door was left unlocked. I was surprised. Kambani would not leave the door like that. He should have been in there. Did he see my car? Was he tipped that I was visiting? Or was he not around?
I silently walked around the living room and alas! I had stepped on some liquid. Could it be that the roof was leaking? No way! The house was built with stronger rovers and the ceiling board was perfect, it wouldn’t leak.
Bravely, I took out my phone from the inner pocket of my jacket and switched on the torch. Blood! There was fresh human blood all over the floor. Fear engulfed me. The blood trail led me to the kitchen where I found Kambani lying hopeless on the well tiled floor.
Who had done that to him? I couldn’t waste time standing there. I bent myself before him, listened to his heart pulse but I couldn’t get anything.
I had to call the police. But wouldn’t that be risking my life? I had not done anything wrong, but being his fiancée, I would fall out to be the main suspect and everyone would believe it.
I went back to the living room where I got hold of the landline phone and called a police friend of mine. I made sure to sound strange so that he couldn’t recognise my voice.
With that call, I did not bother to go back to the kitchen to check how the wounded Kambani was. I immediately drove back to my apartment in Mandala, packed a few clothes and fixed my number plate back. I had to leave town quickly. I decided to go for a vacation in Mangochi.
It was around 11O’clock at night and the thoughts of what had happened to Kambani kept on disturbing my mind. We had been in a relationship for about two years. It was all warm and sweet until I realized that he had infected me with HIV and I was 5weeks pregnant for him.
As I tried to persuade him to go for VCT with me just to be sure of everything, he ignored me. I was in so much pain, just a week after, he called it quit, he said he was no longer interested with the relationship and that I should move on. Who does that? He infected me with HIV and he had the guts to tell me to move on? Really? Did he expect me to just wake up one day and accept everything he said easily?
That was what made me more annoyed and decided not to spare him.
But coming to think of the hopeless him on that floor, I felt sad and sorry for him. I cried out so much as I was driving. I had remembered I was carrying a child that would be fatherless, Kambani must have been dead and then that I had AIDS. My life was in shambles.
I was alarmed with the flashlight ahead of me. I had reached one of the roadblocks along Zomba road and it was a police checkpoint. I allowed the police to do their job. “What in God’s name do you have here Miss?” one of the officers asked. He walked to the driver’s window and commanded me to get out of the car. His colleagues had already flocked around. “Where exactly are you heading to?” “Mangochi, for a vacation.” I replied confidently. “Who is that man in your boot?” “A man in my boot? No way. I am alone. There’s nobody in there.” I said while walking to check the boot. Shockingly, there was really a man in there, wounded with blood all over. As I looked closely, I recognized the face. “Kambani!!”
How did he even got into my car?
“You will have to come with us and make proper explanations on how this happened. You do not have the right to say any word for whatever you are going to say will be used against you in the court of law.” The voice thundered.
But how did Kambani get into my car? Was that the end of me? Was that how my life was going to end? I simply could not find answers in the handcuffs I was then wearing......
To Continued.........
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