Saanyora - Journal Of A Serial Killer

What do you do when you feel like killing someone but you can’t? I’ll create a character in my mind, give him an offence, and then kill him.

So here goes


04-01-2014
Dear Gia,

It had been eight weeks since, but today I did it again. It wasn’t a woman. I’m tired of women; it seems no matter how much you kill, you just can’t wipe their filth off the face of the earth. I remember the book you showed me in the bible- Proverbs- it said no matter how one grinds a fool it never removes his folly. That was how women were.
This time it was a man, a full grown man like me. I watched him from afar; he was with a woman in his car, parked by the roadside. They sat in silence for the first few minutes, and then tension rose. I couldn’t hear them so I read their lips. He was shouting, she was shouting too. He pointed his fingers, she pointed too, and their faces were stern. His voice rose above hers.
He said he was fed up with her, she should leave him alone, she always bothered him by poking her head into his business. She thinks he was cheating, that he goes up and down with different girls, he doesn’t pick up her calls and even now, when she asked to see him, he tried to dodge her. She gestured with her hands, moving it like a snake, to say he was playing her. He became hotter than he was and raised his voice above hers. He pointed to the door, she should get out. She wouldn’t go, she sat in the chair and crossed her arms over her chests. She refused to get out so he came down and walked over to her side. He opened the door and pulled her out. She struggled to put her feet in the car but he pulled till she came out and landed on her bum. He slammed the door closed, he got in and as she struggled to regain her self, he sped off sending a cloud of dust in her face.
I felt sorry for her so I followed him. In my truck, I stayed two cars behind him at every traffic light on the road that led to his apartment. He drove fast then slow, then he found out I was following and veered off to the side of the road. It was an estate, a quiet boulevard. The roads were bordered on both sides by long trees. I was glad, it was a lonely street. I parked too, just behind him.
Minutes went by, neither of us came out. I could only see his form through the rear window. I made my move. I came out of the truck and walked up to his, it was a Toyota Yaris. I knocked on his window and he reluctantly wound down. The glass came down slowly and I was looking down the nozzle of a pistol. He came out, the pistol poised in my face, he asked why I was following him and I said it was because of the girl. It wasn’t fair the way he treated her.
He said it wasn’t my business, I should walk back to my car and get away before he outs a bullet between my big eyes. I started to walk away, my hands lifted. I wish now that he would have been wiser, that he would have let me get to my van before he opened the door to get into his car because when he turned his back on me, I snapped. I caught his head and smashed it on the open door. He thought he had a fighting chance, he tried to use the pistol but I knocked it off his hands. I dealt him heavy punches, banging his head again and again on the car. I saw blood, on the sight of his face, a red that gleamed in the light of the moon yet I kept punching till my fists felt loose teeth. He fell to the ground stiff. I cleaned my bloody hands on his jacket. As I drove away, I thought about the woman. She would hear of his death tomorrow and she would be happy. I smiled. Justice should be served like that.
It’s been too long, Gia. When are you coming home? I miss you.

With Love,
Saanyora.



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Saanyora – Journal Of A Serial Killer By Kay Ugwuzor