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BEYOND THE DEPUTY'S DEATH 1.

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BEYOND THE DEPUTY'S DEATH 1.
It was a cold monday morning. Rather than the usual busy-ness that was the order of the day on monday mornings, today was different, it was full and on lively event could be pointed to as been the climax of that morning. The dual carriage road that always witness heavy traffic was a far cry of itself. It was only few cars that were seen on the near deserted roads. Some youths who were holding cutlasses:tree branches and sticks made bonfire ou the tarred roads. They were singing was and solidarity songs.
Baba Sidi was caught on the wrong side of the fiasco; his car was seized by the irate youths for some minutes. He begged and eeven  prostrated before his car was released. To avoid another station of the rampaging young souls, he decided to take a rough road to his house. On getting home, he noticed that one of his tyres had been punctured. "where and how will I get money to buy another tyre now?" he asked himself. He regretted going out that morning; he had wasted time, fuel that was usually scare to see and now a tyre had punctured. He cursed the mannerless youths and the government whose carelessness had brought the shot. His lamentation was interrupted by his wife. "Baba Sidi. Thanks to ogun, the god of iron for bringing you back safely." she said happily. Baba Sidi gave her a funny look and said. "Mama Sidi, I regret going out today. You need to see the way I was prostrating to small boys with weapons when they seized my car. To worsen the case. See this type." he pointed to the flattened type. Mama Sidi patted her husband on the back and said, "Sorry Baba Sidi, the living breathing person will eat meat that is larger than the elephant. Ehn en, what is the reason for the shot?" she asked her husband. "haaaaa, so you are still ignorant of the fact that the state is on the brink of collapsing?" he queried his wife. Mama Sidi nodding her head. "The Deputy Governor of our state was murdered last night...." he had hardly concluded that his wife cut in sharply. "you mean Akanni Ogboriefon was killed?" she asked angrily. "yes, he was killed by unknow gunmen last night." Baba Sidi replied. Mama Sidi slammed herself on the bare floor. He alleged that his husband's clan had killed the pride of her people. "woman, take it easy, we are yet to ascertain the reason and the people behind his death so don't conclude yet." Baba Sidi advised. His wife was now raged with anger. "what nonsense are you saying? 'àjé ké lama, omo kú l'oni. Ta ni ko mo wipe aje ana lo pa omo je!' the Governor, Olasoji, the unfortunate fellow made a disguisting speech on radio alleging that Ogboriefon was having meetings with the opposition, he called Ogboriefon a traitor and a thorn in his flesh. On the same day, he went to the palace of our king to report Ogboriefon. He warned that he would deal mercilessly with him if he persist having meetings with the opposition. So tell me, who despised him more than Olusoji, the unworthy Governer who is your kin." she said angrily. She rushed in and later returned with a pestle. She told her husband that she was going to joing the youths protesting on the street. Baba Sisi tried to stop her but she ran out of his gasp........... To be continued.

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