"Having found guilty of murder, you are hereby sentenced to death by hanging," the judge proclaimed.
"Your Lord, grant me this last wish of mine,"Job requested.
"What wish, young man?" The judge asked.
"To say a word or two," He requested. Audience was given to him.
I am Job by name. I was born into the family of Mr and Mrs Peterson in the year 1970. My father was a menial labourer in one Livestock Feed producing company while my mother was a roadside corn seller. I had two other siblings who were much tender.
My father died in a ghastly autocrash on his way to village in the year 1980,qnd since then we have been at the mercy of my poor mother.A widow trying to survive amidst of wicked uncles and aunties who had accused her of killing her husband.
It all started when I was fifteen. I had gone for my normal routine work so as to support the family,when I received a call that my mum and two sibling had been crushed to death by a trailer.
I didn't understand the language of the caller, so I left my work place racing home, hoping and praying that the news would be false.
On reaching home, Lo and behold my mum and my siblings lying in the pool of their own blood with their carcass looking like what had been grounded by a machine. Darkness had befallen a bright day. Weeping could not do a thing, neither could wailing bring them back. Indeed, the end has come.
I dashed towards their remains, picked up my mum's hands which had been torn apart from her body, and tried to fixed it back but to no avail. I called on people to help me fix my younger brother's head back. It was like I was raving mad.For over three hours, I lost my sanity. I could not tell where I was as the day suddenly turned gloomy.
People around tried as much as they could to help me regain myself. They consoled me,and equally helped out in calling my uncles and aunties.
"Yesterday was like we would live forever, yet today had brought forth pains that I would live forever with," I said to myself.
After my mum and my siblings had been buried, I resumed my normal menial work so as to see if I could help myself to at least write senior school certificate exam (ssce), since I had no one to train me.
I managed to save up some money, though not enough for my SSCE. I decided that I would ask for one of my uncle's help.
Uncle James had been at the forefront of my community's politics. In fact, he had been the Counsellor of our ward for eight years now,but with little or no achievement for our ward. Also, he had recently been nursing the ambition of the local government chairman. It was this time,I decided to meet him.
Election was around the corner and Uncle James needed thugs who would help him snatch ballot boxes. He had been able to mobilise some younger and vibrant boys who would help him achieve his aim.
When I met him, he promised he would help me but on a certain condition. The conditions were that I would be one of his thugs, and would equally help him in the upcoming election.
I was too naive to understand what I would be getting myself into. He initiated us and made us had a covenant. No one dared to open the secret lest you die.
The poll came and Uncle James won. All thanks to his thugs who did the needful. We celebrated his victory in a grand styles. He took us to Hotel De Babylon where we met with other topnotch politicians who were his friends. There were enough to drink,and enough pretty girls to savour their body.
I began to grow from strength to strength in the crib of Uncle James. We became formidable with our hijacking skills.
"Move or I move you" became our motto as we terminated any strong opposition for Uncle James. I became his topnotch executioner. Killing became nothing to me.
One time, I skinned one Mr. Mike alive, and buried his wife and children alive for daring my boss Uncle James. I lost my conscience to the devil. I kill human at the peak of the sweetness of life.
One day, I had gone on a mission to eliminate one Mr. Kunle, Uncle James strongest opposition. On reaching there, I met my match. My team and I could not overpower them,so we scampered for our safety. But I was personally overpowered and caught. Irrespective of the torture I received from them, I could not open up.
Mr. Kunle's then handed me over to the police. But I escaped with the help of Uncle James and his topnotch thugs.
Little did I know that the thugs were not actually there to save me rather to finish me off so that there wouldn't be any trace of crime which I had committed to Uncle James.
In my smartness, I sensed danger, and then picked up a pistol for my own safety. Along the road, my team members signalled themselves which kept me on alert. I first launched an attack on the toughest of all, and then flew off at a tangent through the window.
"After years of devotion to Uncle James, he set me up. I must certainly make him pay," I said to myself. That fateful night, I attacked Uncle James Mansion,killed his bodyguards and took away him and his wife together with their two kids. This I did with the help of some street baggars I had trained.
We took Uncle James into a thick forest where no one could hear him.
We tied him on a tree, and set him ablaze alive in the presence of his family.
Yes, I did that. And I don't regret my action.