"Tonight’s parole will be here in the
apartment,” was the response he got. “Are you sure you don't want to be going
home now? It will run well into the night and you need to prepare for work
tomorrow."
“Don't worry about that. I will be fine. Let
me just keep chilling with you. I must not miss this one too. Tomorrow I will
go home.”
He saw a strange look cross Frank's features, something
similar to exasperation. He wondered if his pal was already getting tired of
his presence.
"Baba let me continue rolling with you
now. I am really having the time of my life. I can go tomorrow,” he pleaded.
Frank shrugged and let him be.
Olu went on to have his bath and change his
clothes. He opened Frank’s closet to select a pair of jeans and shirt to wear.
As he did, something fell from the side of the closet.
He picked it up. It was a paper folded tightly
into a rectangle. He knew he should just return it to where it had fallen
from, but curiosity got the better of him. He unfolded it.
The paper was folded around a five by seven
picture of Frank with a woman and two young kids. His family. Olu had not known
Frank was married, much less a father. He hadn’t even thought to ask in the
midst of all the enjoyment.
He lost interest in the picture when he saw
what was written on the paper that held it.
“What?” he gasped as he read it. “Before I self
destruct, before I join you guys... bow out on a cocktail of lethal drugs? Not
me and you, men!”
It was clear to him that Frank was on a
suicide mission, ticking off a list of all the fun things he had always wanted
to do before the final deed. And he, stupidly led by greed and long-throat, had
talked himself into being part of it.
He dropped the paper and picture like they
were burning his hand and rushed out of the room.
He saw Frank mixing a concoction of a variety
of exotic alcoholic drinks and some other strange substances. Possibly the
lethal cocktail.
Without saying a word to him, he burst out of
the apartment, not even remembering to pick the bag that contained the shopping
Frank had done for him. "Die your die alone o,” he thought wildly.
"Die your die alone!"
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