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Body On My Doorstep



OH Jesus! What are we going to do?”

It was Berlin gasping. But I could barely hear her.

Bloody hell! I was running into the Police—the never-listen, sometimes trigger-happy Nigerian Police—with a dead body sitting right beside me—and his body tilted against mine.

I was so done for! Prison cell here I come!

“Should I turn and we make a run for it, Tec?”

I heard Leye. I heard him but I couldn’t respond. And simply because I couldn’t think.


The pitch of his voice rose and that snapped me of my delirium. “No. Don’t turn. We are close already and there’s a car behind us. They’ll get suspicious if we start turning now.”

Body On My Doorstep



OH yes, I hate today.

I mean I woke up on a good morning, did my usual morning routine and then I walked out to my backyard, only to find an unknown who chose my yard, of all places, to die in. And now I was being hounded by a neighbour who was the mother of all snitches.

I hate today and if the universe didn’t start turning things to work in my favour, we might have another dead body in hand—one that I killed this time.

“Trace, you gave us a bit of a jolt there.” My teeth rattled as I smiled through them. “What are you doing out so late?” It was eleven p.m. and some for heaven’s sake!

“Enjoying the cool night air.” Tracy came down her veranda and towards us. “So your friends are still here? That’s odd. Were you all having a party?”

“A private party, yes.” Meddler!

Body On My Doorstep




THIS day of waking up to trouble was never going to end. And it was turning out the worst day of my life.

“What the hell are you talking about, Petey?” I was on my feet and I felt like smacking him–just for being the bearer of more annoying news. “What do you mean he overturned himself?”

“He’s lying on his stomach right now. I was restless, what normal person wouldn’t be with a dead man in the house?” He gave us a look that said he didn’t consider us normal. “So I decided to take a peep—make sure nothing was going wrong. And there he was right on his stomach.”

I stared at him. “So?”

“He wasn’t lying stomach up when you and Leye dropped him in my room.” Petey stated. “You dropped him on his back, face up.”

Body On MY Doorstep



SHIT! My life has become a boring mire of inconveniences. An uninvited dead at the backdoor and another uninvited tattling neighbour marching towards that backdoor. Really crappy shit!

I ran forward, jerked a fearful-eyed Berlin out of the way and slammed myself right in front of the kitchen door. “Can’t go back there, Trace.” I said and braced my palms against the door frame to make sure.

“And why the heck not?” Tracy frowned at me.

“Because I said so.” I didn’t budge. Didn’t plan to.

“But I need the Ocimum gratissum.”

“The Ocimum…” I pulled back from biting my tongue. Damn botanical terms! “The scent leaf is not there anymore.”

“What! But it was there two days ago. I used it for jollof rice because I was feeling feverish, remember?”

Body On My Doorstep




“TEC, it’s the Police. They’ve come for us.” Petey quivered all over me.

“Don’t be an idiot!” I snarled, then shoved him. “Did you call them?” I will smite him if he’d lost his mind and called the damn Police.

“No, I didn’t!” Petey’s eyes were round with terror and denial. “But they are the Police. Maybe they sniffed us out.”

“Sniffed us…” I gritted my teeth. God save me from this level of stupidity!

“Open the damn door!” The raspy deep voice yelled again. “Open it now!”

“We’ve got to open the door before they start shooting through it, Tec.” Petey was literally vibrating. “I don’t want to be shot. I don’t want to die.”

Body On My Doorstep

EPISODES: 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7.


THE jarring noise punctured my eardrums, pierced into my subconscious and destroyed my lavish sleep and picturesque dream.

Damn! I hated alarm clocks.

I flung out my hand and slapped quiet the one blaring on my bedside table. Then muttered a curse against it—damned inopportune object!

I stayed motionless. Eyes closed. Breathing spaced. Waiting for sleep to return.

It did not.

I mumbled another curse. Waking up ritual was done. So I flung aside the old curtain that served, and very well too, as blanket and hurled my legs down the side of the bed-frame. I yawned, scratched my face, rubbed my eyes and hauled my body up to my feet.

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