I got into my normal routine as
soon as I got back from lagos. But things were far from normal for me. Harry
calls me everyday like he promised, I felt different, I was always on cloud
nine. I grew so attached to him in the short time I knew him. My first impression
of him was really wrong. He is a good Christian, very caring kind and honest.
We talked hours on the phone,
my phone was never far from my reach. We became good friends and our love
blossomed. He told me about his stay
abroad, and his present job. He also said his family were kind hearted and that
they would love me. I didn't tell him much about my parent because I was
too
young when they died to remember. I just told him few details about my past
life.
My life with Harry in it was fantastic, joyful,
interesting and peaceful. The past was gradually fading away until one faithful
morning.
On a saturday morning, I
decided to clear out some old things from my room to create more space and I
saw my dad's office bag. It has been years since I opened it. I sat down on the
floor and opened the bag. I saw the same contents as before, some pictures,
documents and a bunch of keys. I picked up the pictures. The first picture was
of my Mum and Dad on their wedding day. I stared at it for a long time trying to
re capture a moment from the past but it seemed like another life time. I
flipped to the second photograph, it was my mum's pretty face. I discovered I
looked a lot like her.
I went through the entire
pictures. Next came the documents.
The file read "MY EYES
ONLY" It didn't feel right going through my fathers things but I needed to
know the kind of man he was back then so I continued. The first documents was titled
"Evidence". The hair on the back of my neck stood up. My instinct
told me this would not be good but I continued reading. The documents mostly
contained account statements and figures, I would need someone to help me make
meaning of it. The last page of this particular document made my blood run
cold.
Its was a letter written by my
late father.
"I Otunba Joseph the accountant of Butler
and shelfied international, found irregularities in our accounts, attempts have
been made on my life since then. If you are reading this I am dead. Whoever you
are trust No one. But ensure that justice is done. This file contain all the
evidence you need. May God help you.
"could my father have been killed for
this". Were the police wrong when
they termed the case an armed robbery case.
The last document was titled
Asset. But when I flipped to the next page all I saw was an address and a name
J.P okon. I have gotten a lead. All I needed to do was find this okon. He might
have the answers I needed about what happened to my Dad.
If my parents were Murdered for
this documents, I would find who was responsible and bring him to justice.
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