Then there was Akpos, a twenty year old Warrior boy.He was shrewd, clever and very funny.If you have any problem, any at all, Akpos was the one to meet although the solution he gives isn't always risk free.He was studying theater arts and was a very talented entertainer.Then there was Raphael, my best friend .He was eighteen just like me. We had a lot in common; looks, brains, character and almost everything else.He was from Kogi state but could speak Yoruba language fluently which means we communicated better.I liked him so much.We were both medical students and although his CGPA was 4.9 and that of Emeka 5.00, I still consider Raphael more intelligent.
I was still crying when my phone rang.I looked at the screen it was my uncle.From experience, I knew that whenever uncle Kunle called it was trouble, big trouble.I was already shaking now so I couldn't pick the call.When it stopped ringing my mind was flooded with thought I thought coming to the university meant leaving behind the troubles, my troubles.The last six month were the most peaceful of my life. The phone started ringing again.It was him again.I didn't pick, I couldn't, I didn't want to.It stopped ringing.
Why was he calling? What had happened? Why now? What now? I just hope it's not...no it couldn't!! Please God!!! it rang again, I picked the phone the phone and snuffed the life out of it by removing the battery.I felt cold and afraid.I bentt my heard and a little prayer, God please....
I closed my eyes and lay silently on my bed.I was still thinking when I heard a loud bang on my door and a voice followed
"open the now"
Oh no!! I knew that voice, what did he want? God please I said for the third time.I reached for the door with sweaty hands.I opened it....oh God!!! No way!!! please God, it was.....