TRIAL OF EJIRO PETERSON

It was one of those magical Fridays, when beneath the covering of the night, the brightly beamed starlight twinkles at the ecstasy of the cycles of our passion. Yes, of me and (my sex maniac boyfriend - as I usually address him when we are alone) Ben.

Here in the quiet sublime of his bedroom we just had one of those repeated marathon rounds of what seems to be his hobby and if I must tell the truth I did enjoyed every part of it, more than I have ever did.

Famished from the exhaustive exercise, I rushed to the kitchen to get some 'munchies' for the two of us... of the fries, i had sparingly made in between the lapse of our luring laps.

Just then, i thought i heard a noise from the bedroom not far away but the beautiful soft play from Ben's mastermind sound blaster swayed me away. But as i dashed backed in to the bedroom, I stood lifeless & listless, the tray in my hands drop of its own accord, but how?! The fine-white-linen on the bed seemed partly scarlet as if it were dip in a pot of crimson; Benjamin Gbenga laid bare in the pool of his own blood, which flowed from his stabbed chest. At this instance the pleasurable moments like shadows fled, quite in time the peaceful estate that has harbored us has been awakened and bitterly embroiled in a nasty civil war.

I was dazed and frightened as the policemen nabbed me; trying to explain and defend myself was like trying to get honey from a rock. As the police mauled me away, I could hear the screams, the fading side-talks about me, and the fierce arguments. I feared, as objects were thrown at me while the ranting and tempers of the angry mob that stood-by increased.

In between the turmoil of my fears and fate, i was blown by tormenting torrents that could seal my end, as one of Ben's neighbour (Mrs Yemisi) shouted "take her away, she's so wayward, she ran away from her parent to stay with the gentleman". She went a step further to say and confirm that she heard me threatening Ben earlier. Then others joined in the chorus
"she must not go unpunished!!!"
"witch!!!"
"murderer!!!"

In midst of the ceaseless reproach, i began to wonder if I ever had a friend in the estate, and to hope to have at least just one soul that believe in me.

But renting through my thought, I heard a relieving, though not too good enough comment in a very low not-so-discordant tune "you can call her a prostitute but obviously not a murderer", I turned to see who it was but couldn't figure him out.

While alone in the police custody, at a loss of what actually happened, and torn between the truth and the reality of Ben's death, i began to think myself guilty, as my subconscious became subdued by my haplessness. I thought within and talked out to myself, asking what have become of me?! Am i human at all?! Did i or did i not do it?! Or am i some paranoid joke with dual personality that is hidden from me?! I tried to figure out what really happened but the only scene I could remember was the last time I jumped from the kitchen with a knife playfully and threatened Benjamin with it but he in-turn planted a kiss on my fore-head and I went back to the kitchen. The same knife was later found lying beside my clueless Ben. But how could I be so cruel to want to have my one and only boyfriend, the father of my unborn child, listless in his own pool of blood? For heaven sake! I no longer harbor any animosity towards him. Yes we had issues and I threatened I was going to make him pay dearly for it, but that was all mere threat that we both laughed at.

For Mrs Yemisi, I know her pain, she's only acting her age.
If you are a woman, in this part of the world that we live in, then for you life is expecially complicated - to say the least, you are scorned (even publicly) when you engage in premarital sex - and so you can imagine what the big picture will look like if you dare get pregnant out of wedlock.
But don't feel sorry for Ejiro Peterson as she's about to go on trial for allegedly stabbing Benjamin Gbenga her boyfriend
*What would the police do with Ejiro since there are no proof?
*Did Ejiro stabbed Ben with the knife?
*What's Mrs Yemisi up to?
*Whose voice was that subtle voice that relieved Ejiro Peterson? could it be an angel? Benjamin's ghost? Or someone living in her subconscious mind

....Watch out for the next episode