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Fiction, Mystery, Horror|23 min read|

BOJU BOJU

“Kids, this is a game of hide and seek. Anybody that gets caught... dies.” - Teacher said

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The night at Sambisa Forest…

Shey kin shi?” Mr Kanayo still sang despite he had already began his search.

No sound. Not even the wind. It was like the children disappeared.

He walked around and held onto the stick in his hand, ready to use it on his first target.

He saw a pair of long legs hanging from the top of a tree in a distance.

His first target.

He dashed for the leg and pulled it all the way down until Lawal’s whole body found itself on the ground.

Lawal groaned in pain while Mr Kanayo came to stand in front of him with the stick pointing to his face.

“Mr K,” Lawal looked at him in confusion, “What are you doing?”

“Something I should have done long ago.” Mr Kanayo replied.

He began rubbing Lawal’s body in all the wrong places with the stick, causing Lawal to shudder in fear.

Lawal tried to hold the stick to stop him but Mr Kanayo began poking him with it. Poking him harder and harder on all the wrong places, causing him to wince in pain.

Lawal begged him to stop but this caused him to poke him faster and faster until it felt like he was stabbing him with the stick.

“This is what you do to the girls, abi?” Mr Kanayo poked him harder, mostly focusing on his private parts, “You think you can touch them without their consent, enh?”

“Sir, I don’t understand-”

“I’ve seen what you do to the girls in your class. You think girls are your playground, abi?”

“It’s just a joke, sir!”

“A joke, enh?” Mr Kanayo became more furious at this statement and poked him harder. “And Mariam, nko?”

“It was a stupid kiss! I was just playing the game!”

Mr Kanayo stopped poking and looked up in frustration, “It‘s just a kiss today, until it turns to torn clothes tomorrow.”

He looked down at Lawal with dark eyes. Lawal stared back at his eyes, becoming frightened at how scary and desperate they looked.

“Sir-”

“Die!” Mr Kanayo rose the stick and slammed his head with it. Soon, it turned to a violent beating, “Die! Die! The world does not need more predators like you.”

Mr Kanayo beat Lawal with the stick until Lawal stopped moving. By the time Mr Kanayo stopped, he found blood all over his red suit and face.

He looked down at a lifeless Lawal’s body and threw the stick at him without feeling any remorse.

The world does not need any more of you, Mr Kanayo thought to himself.

Soon, his dark eyes began to get more fury. It was then he realized that the game has truly begun.

One down, ten more to go.

And that was how Mr Kanayo began his mission; punishing all the pupils in his class for their sins.

He believed he was Karma incarnate.

According to him, If you don’t get rid of the weed while it’s young, it will grow and destroy the whole farm.

And to him, this world was his whole farm.

As he was wiping off the blood stains on his suit, he stumbled upon some old skeletons on the ground.

They were dead cattle’s skeletons that had been eaten by maggots years ago. He reached down for the most fascinating part of the skeleton; the skull.

He picked up the cow’s skull and wiped out dirt from it before placing the skull over his face like a face mask.

He smiled beneath that cow’s skull and looked up to the moon.

“Tonight, we take out the weed one by one, Baba (father).”

One by one, he caught the kids in their hiding place.

One by one, he tortured each of them for their sins.

He was merciless.

He was brutal.

He was more deadly than any predator in the forest.

Stabbed pretty boy Zafar in the face multiple times, because vanity always led to damnation.

Burnt angry Biodun in his hiding place inside an abandoned car because uncontrolled anger was like a little spark that could cause a wild fire someday.

Fed maggots to obese Precious until she could no longer feel her tongue exist.

Dared Hassan and Husseini to climb up a tall tree to look for their stupid Nintendo DS until they fell from it and died flat on the ground, because Pokémon would never come to their rescue.

And for the grand finale... Amina the merciless bully.

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