RIPPLE EFFECT (Short Fiction by John Ebute)
iv: KILLER The day your life is about to change, the universe usually gives you no clue. I was innocently chewing sugarcane on my way home on the day I was to become a murderer. "Tunde! Ah, Tunde," a familiar voice called after me. "Thank God I meet you here. I don find you everywhere tire." "Why? Is there any problem?" I asked, hoping the fear prancing in my heart didn't leak into my voice. "You bastard. You're asking me as if you don't know what you did, abi? No worry, when I finish with you, your mama will not recognize you again." "Ah ahn, Oga Ade, it hasn't reached like that now. Tell me, what's the problem?" As I said this, all I could think of was how often my mother had warned me to steer clear of this ruffian, who calls himself The Phantom. "He's bad, and boys like you should have nothing to do with him," she'd say. But it wasn't like I advertently disobeyed my mother when I went ...
