BRUME!!!

BRUME!!!
    "BOY KILLS SISTER'S LOVER" one headline read,so many other newspapers didn't consider it front page worthy but  had a column or two carrying the story.
     A few cases made it to court in here in Nigeria they just rot on an officers table at "Alagbon" same way the suspect rots away in the cell. Brume made it to court, the social media awareness was massive,BBM broadcasts,Facebook updates, there was even a viral video of him screaming and stomping off after killing his victim. Brume made it to court.
         The sisters betraying tears, the viral video and embellished stories made him into a monster. Though she said nothing, the now heavily pregnant sister was obviously not crying over his incarceration, she worsened the case. In the courtroom questions were pushed at him, he was probed and defended in "big grammar" with the lawyers sometimes showing off for the cameras. He answered, defended himself but never cried or showed signs of remorse.
      He had regrets, plenty of them....starting from the beginning.
      He regretted being born: there was no point to it, he regretted having a dipsomaniac father who thankfully got himself killed one drunken night. His mother was an hardworking woman who sadly died...her death was yet another regret not just because he loved her but because the then 18yrs old Brume was left to take care of his two younger sisters.
       He tried to provide everything for them, starting with education but they were both hopeless dunces, even at skill acquisition. Little by little his tiny rays of hope in a better future were getting shut off.One of the dunces eloped and was hardly heard from shutting another ray of hope as she went.
      The second dunce held the last ray and on the 19th of  October she blocked it out.
   Brume got back from a very stressful day of drilling gutters to meet her and the landlord's son in bed as he stood there waiting for them to run out like scared rats he was given the shock of his life. The dunce's dunce (landlord's son) stood up and leisurely went to pick up a pure water from the table gulping it down like a parched cow...the dunce (the sister) said "bloda noh vex, na ya inlaw alredi....I don carry belle eh eh eh eh mama bonboi".
      Then the world stood still "mama bonboi, carry belle" the dunce's dunce drinking his pure water like a parched cow, his last ray of light and she laughed "eh eh eh", he took out his frustrations on the dunce's dunce. Not exactly his fault the guy was a weakling and died from a shove and push against the wall...yes people had rushed in and were all begging him, yes he growled like a wounded animal because he was wounded. "Carry belle, mama eh eh eh" it was a wrap....he didn't mean to kill he meant to hurt, hurt seriously.
      He got a life sentence but would get out some 20 years later. He wouldn't  go home, he wouldn't care about the dunces or the rays of hope. He might become a dipsomaniac himself and probably die on the road one drunken morning. Or wouldn't he?