A story written by INEGBENOISE OSEODION OSAGIE. (07068221839, 08093828575, [email protected])
Ezinne drove with the police into the station. Her time had come to suffer her own deeds, pay the wage for murdering her twins. Maybe it would finally free her of their haunts and moans. She followed the police into the interrogation room and gave them the answers to their questions. Yes, she shot Bakare Damijo. She wished he died and would shoot him again if given the gun. She was the only one and there was no accomplice, she told the police. No one else should suffer for her sin. Her wrists, she gave them and they clutched with a handcuff. A chain round her wrist was better than having one round her whole self.
She was taken to a cell, housing two female inmates with tattered clothes and tangled hair. They were not different from her, except her tattering was internal.
She stepped into the cell and edged to a corner of it. It was not different from the large edifice she lived in. A prison was a prison. What she needed could be a smaller one.
To Be Continued….