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04/12/2025

prt3
When the mortuary girl said those words, I was shocked to my bone marrow.
“Ibitari, biko wait, wait, wait,” I gestured with my hand, while readjusting my position.
“If my dad asked your mum to stay there, that means he knows about you. It means he knows about everything, is that true?
“Yes, he does.” She nodded.
Omo, as I heard this, I became even more confused.
I felt like confronting my dad immediately to ask him lots of questions.

Could that be the reason he didn't want to see me with Ibitari?

My head didn't just balance again.

But on a second thought, I had to calm down; maybe things weren't the way they seemed on the outside. One thing I had learnt in life is rushing to a conclusion. That thing can destroy oh.

“So tell me, how come about your eye and the !njur!es on your body?”

“Ever since my mum ran from home, he thinks I know her whereabouts. And he thinks that the only way to get me to spill was by b£ating me.”

While she was answering this question, she began to look around the area, as if to confirm if anyone was coming. I sensed fear in her eyes.

“Sorry about that dear. You people are going through a lot, honestly.” I said trying to show empathy, but her next response came as a surprise.

“I want to start going now before they notice my absence in the house.” She abruptly said and stood up.

Even when I proposed to see her off, she blatantly refused.

“Are you really this scared?” I found myself asking.

It was almost as if the request made her uncomfortable. I didn't know why. But I understood her fears.

I stood still and watched her zoom off.

While I was there, the thought of confronting my dad hit me again.

Whether good or bad, I needed to know the truth from papa.

Now, most of the time, he didn't usually come home after the day’s work because there were always things to do in the mortuary.

A relative of one deceased person could just come and request to take their co**se. Or a new deceased would be brought in for embalming. So many

04/12/2025

When the mortuary girl said those words, I was shocked to my bone marrow.

“Ibitari, biko wait, wait, wait,” I gestured with my hand, while readjusting my position.

“If my dad asked your mum to stay there, that means he knows about you. It means he knows about everything, is that true?”

“Yes, he does.” She nodded.

Omo, as I heard this, I became even more confused.

I felt like confronting my dad immediately to ask him lots of questions.

Could that be the reason he didn't want to see me with Ibitari?

My head didn't just balance again.

But on a second thought, I had to calm down; maybe things weren't the way they seemed on the outside. One thing I had learnt in life is rushing to a conclusion. That thing can destroy oh.

“So tell me, how come about your eye and the !njur!es on your body?”

“Ever since my mum ran from home, he thinks I know her whereabouts. And he thinks that the only way to get me to spill was by b£ating me.”

While she was answering this question, she began to look around the area, as if to confirm if anyone was coming. I sensed fear in her eyes.

“Sorry about that dear. You people are going through a lot, honestly.” I said trying to show empathy, but her next response came as a surprise.

“I want to start going now before they notice my absence in the house.” She abruptly said and stood up.

Even when I proposed to see her off, she blatantly refused.

“Are you really this scared?” I found myself asking.

It was almost as if the request made her uncomfortable. I didn't know why. But I understood her fears.

I stood still and watched her zoom off.

While I was there, the thought of confronting my dad hit me again.

Whether good or bad, I needed to know the truth from papa.

Now, most of the time, he didn't usually come home after the day’s work because there were always things to do in the mortuary.

A relative of one deceased person could just come and request to take their co**se. Or a new deceased would be brought in for embalming. So many

04/12/2025

pt2
The mortuary girl and I were sweating profusely like we were going to d!e any moment.
Our hearts pounded like war drums.
Immediately after the w00d struck the guard’s h£ad, he toppled, weak and groaning. The cutlass slipped from his hand as if it had betrayed him.
Ibitari stepped closer, her body trembling.
“Is he… d£ad?” she whispered, fear still in her eyes.
“Can’t you see he’s still breathing?” I muttered, scanning the shadows around the bushes. Something about trees made me feel like unseen eyes were watching.
“Let’s go now!” I said, gripping her hand tightly. We ran through the winding path. At one point, Ibitari almost tripped over her skirt, and instinctively, I caught her
The bushy path stretched endlessly, and it wasn’t until I slowed to catch my breath that I realised how far we had come. Behind us, I knew the guard would eventually crawl back to the palace, but for now, we were safe.
Finally, we reached the mortuary. Ibitari was ahead of me, her bare feet was silent on the dusty ground.
Then we saw it.
A police van sat parked outside. Flashing lights cut through the gloom, reflecting in the mortuary’s windows. My heart leapt into my throat.
“Who… who called the police?” I asked, my voice cracking. My mind immediately
“What if they found out he was hiding the chief’s wife?” I thought, panic rising in waves.
Ibitari’s eyes went wide as she saw her father. He was handcuffed, flustered, and bewildered.
Not long after, her mother stepped out through the small mortuary gate, her expression filled with relief
“Who called the police?” Ibitari stammered again, trying to piece everything together.
“I… I really don’t know,” her voice was trembling.
And then… I saw him. My father stepped out of the mortuary, his expression was calm and unreadable.
My heart skipped a beat.
“Papa… you…” I began, suspicion and awe warring in my chest.
He raised a hand gently, stopping me.
“Everything worked out, didn’t it, son?” he said quiet