Who killed ms lawson

WHO KILLED MS. LAWSON

I was shaken when I saw the two policemen dragging Collins into their van. It was heart-breaking, it was sad…really sad. I was shaken not only because my best friend was being arrested for murder, but because I just witnessed a murder. I knew how it happened, when it happened and why it happened. I had always been in the story, I knew it all. And that saddened me more. I could pretend to feel Collins’ pain, it would never be the same. The whole school was in a hullaballoo. Words spread like wide fire, they say. Those words spread too- “Collins killed Ms. Lawson.”
I felt guilt go down my spine. My bones were numb, I was feeling sick in my mind. Why did I call on someone when I saw all that happened? And what hurt more was that I knew he didn’t do it. I knew who did it. I felt really bad when he looked me in the eyes as they dragged him away. He was probably searching to find a look that cried out betrayal. I just knew I would rather save the identity of the killer than save Collins’ identity. The report I wrote was what I wanted them to believe.
Insomnia didn’t wait to get an invite, it strolled in confidently. All night I was troubled. Troubled by the possible outcome of my act. Troubled by the undeserving pain that would be inflicted on Collins. I was troubled. I was looking for a way out, I didn’t want my name tainted. What if they believed the story Collins told them? What would be my fate? I was sure not ready to face the repercussion of betrayal.
When I got to school the following Monday, all eyes were on me. I lost my charisma and swag to all the eyes that were on me. Some eyes looked like they were blaming me for snitching, some looked at me with pity. Murmurs and whispers rose to the peak as I took the hallway down to my class. I almost hoped that the ground could swallow me. Bimbo, the lousy girl, was the first person I met as I wanted to enter the class. I made a signal for her to make way for me, I knew she wouldn’t.
“But wait o. I thought Ms Lawson and Collins were very close, shu? I no go believe say na him go kill am o. e dey funny sha,” she laughed as she finished off. She laughed incessantly as she clumsily swaggered away. She was really lucky I could control my anger, the legion of demons would not be able to stop me if I wanted to exert my anger on her. chioma immediately came to meet me when I entered the class. Like on every other day, she looked even more beautiful. Tell me, why wouldn’t you risk a life for such a beauty? I wouldn’t want to say I was obsessed with her, I just could not stand any other guy around her. chioma was not such to be shared with any other person.
“I hope you’re good baby. You look really lost in yourself,” she said with concern. I could see the tears that was already deposited in her eyes. I wasn’t expecting that reaction, I thought she was going to ignore and break up with me. She was beautiful all in all, even in the heart. She was jittery, her voice was shaky too. That weight was too much for her to hold. I used my handkerchief to help her clean it off, she deserved not to cry.
“Don’t worry chi, he’ll be fine,” I whispered.
“Who?”
“Not just me. Collins should be fine too,” I said
“Just know that you should not blame yourself for all that happened. You did the right thing. And please. Stop referring to yourself as a third person” she forced a smile and she immediately ran out of the class.
“You just referred to me as a third person also, “I smiled, she had that effect on me. I always manage to smile when she’s around.
Keji and Aishat were also talking about me, right in my presence. There was nothing I could do, they didn’t force me to know about the murder. Keji was sort of an introvert so she didn’t know much about anything that was happening in the school. All she cared about was mathematics and physics. Sounds like nice choices.
“Henry looks really down,” aishat commented, with her full attention on me.
“What’s wrong with who,” keji commented. I couldn’t cope listening to them any longer, so I just walked out of the class to wait for the bell to ring for morning assembly.
Two weeks passed, Collins still wasn’t back. There was no possible way he could vindicate himself, the murder weapon was found in his hand. Two months passed, Collins still wasn’t back. He had faced trial, yet, his story was not believed. His fingerprint was all over the crime scene, the murder weapon was in his hand. What made the case worse was the fact that he couldn’t afford a good lawyer. He was an orphan, and his orphanage home wasn’t such a big one. The lawyer that was provided for him was still struggling to learn how to make the opening statement. Pathetic!!
It was supposed to be his last trial, and I would be called in as a witness. After all, I was the one who went to report what I saw that Saturday evening to the hostel master. After pledging to say nothing but the truth, the prosecutor started his interrogation (if that’s what it’s called).
“What’s your name?” the lawyer asked.
“My name is Adewole Henry Oladokun,” I responded, trying to hide the fidgety in my voice.
“how are you to the suspect?” he asked.
Before I answered that question, I looked at Collins where he was standing as if to ask if I could call him my best friend. “He’s my best friend,” I said then swallowed hard.
“that must mean you’re really close,” he asked. I didn’t bother to say a word, I just nodded.
“what happened on 24th March 2021?”
“I jumped the school fence to go meet Collins, who had earlier gone to meet Ms Lawson. Upon getting there, I found Collins stabbing Ms Lawson,” I said as I closed my eyes. I looked at Collins, he was crying profusely. I’m sure he thought I would be there to vindicate him, I guess he thought I would say the truth.
“jump out of the school? To do what exactly?”
“I know I may be punished for this but it is what I have to say. We usually jump out of the school to smoke marijuana every Saturday evening. Actually, Collins was the one who introduced me to marijuana. He claims it cools his nerves whenever he’s losing it. That particular evening, Collins told me he wanted to meet to talk some things out with Ms Lawson.”
“interesting! What was his relationship with Ms Lawson?”
“it all started when Ms Lawson was just employed. She was keen of him because he is Igbo just like herself. They grew fond of each, then we all started thinking they were dating. The rumour almost came to realization, but in a bad way. Ms Lawson wanted to abuse Collins. She failed on many occasions but she never stopped trying. That was when she started failing Collins in Music,” I coughed, looked at Collins then focused on my story. “I don’t know how she managed to do it, but Ms Lawson later made her way to him. She raped him. Collins was anguished. He was angry. He cried profusely when he was narrating the experience to me. Due to his seldom psychological glitch, he vowed that he would kill her.”
“What psychological glitch?”
“Collins has a psychological trauma that’s not being treated. Due to the events that happened when his father killed his mum and burnt himself with the house, he was affected psychologically. When the orphanage found him, he told them a completely different story. I think this is really affecting Collins. A couple of times, he had tried to strangle me for some flimsy issues. I guess his psycho rose, that was why he lured her to come get more of him. He sent a note to her telling her that they should meet. He sent a note to her telling her that they should meet by five in the abandoned building outside the school .Then, he stabbed her.”
“How did you get to know about the note,” he asked.
“He told me. He said he wanted to talk things out with her. In his words also he wanted to give her more, “I answered curtly. The note was probably found in Ms. Lawson’s desk when they were investigation, so it was there as evidence.
“let’s meet at five na. The uncompleted building outside the school would be okay.”
There was no way he was getting out of that, it was his handwriting, his knife and his fingerprints. I won. I was victorious. He didn’t go to prison. Rather, he was sent to an asylum.
Now, would you be willing to read the truth?

My name is Adewole Henry Oladokun- Wole Henry oladokun, my classmates called me who because of the initials of my name- W H O. now go back to check when keji said, “what’s wrong with who”- did you notice the omission of the question mark? Chioma asked if it was Who that will be fine. Do you know why he said she also referred to him as a third person also?
The story I said was the truth but all of that happened to me, not Collins. I was the one who was abused by Ms Lawson, and I was the one who killed Ms Lawson. Who killed Ms Lawson. She deserved it and more. I only used Collins as my prey because he was fond of her, and he had a crush for Chioma, I repeat, I don’t share my woman. By the way, he was not supposed to crush on her, they came from the same orphanage as siblings.
I didn’t lie when I said it was collins that made me start smoking-he was. On Friday before we left for our various hostels, I took his knife from his locker. I also sent him a message asking if we should meet by four. I knew we already had a fixed time, I only wrote that note so that he would send me another note telling me that we should meet by five. We shuffled our locations, so I made sure he chose the location, so that I would know where to murder her.
When we were going to the refectory, I later told him that he should come by 5;30pm. He agreed and said he would meet me there. That way, he would come almost as soon as I was done with my execution. I used a rubber glove before I stabbed her, I disposed the gloves it into the river nearby as soon as I was done. When I saw him coming, I hid somewhere and made him reach the scene before I did. Naively, he picked up the murder weapon and started crying. He kept on slapping her cheeks as if to bring her back to life but it was futile. Just then, I came out and started shouting. I started crying. I called him a murderer and gave him no chance to explain. He was confused, he didn’t know he was set up. He trusted me, poor Collins would never believe I could do that to him. I immediately went to call the house master and told him that Collins murdered Ms Lawson. That was my perfect story. I knew the Nigerian police would not stress on such mater, they already had the killer, but they didn’t know who did it.
WHO KILLED Ms LAWSON>>> do you know why there was no question mark in the title now?

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