A LEGAL REVENGE: THE LAW DOESN'T KNOW LOVE

oved ones,

ding beside Dagogo was Amadi's father, who had been contacted by a phone found on Amadi's corpse. Amadi's father was a grey haired short man, who was quite close to ground. Dagogo had na

mile and tears. He loaded words of blessings on Dagogo. Dagogo smiled at the old man and thanked him. It reduced the strain within himself. Though the questions bugged Dagogo's mind. His role in Amadi's death. A serial kill

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steering wheel and found hi

ave the devi

gogo to stop. He exited the car and entered his gate. Dagog

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ers were attempting to maneuver, but he stared at the situation. His mind was attached to earlier events. A gun. He had seen it before. One time. He yelled at a s

eat to the rhythm of his heart, until his phone rang. The phone sat on the dashboard, displaying his wife's contact top screen. Cecile.

g the past. But the past knew Cecile, and Cecile had his phone number. He left the ringtone to run its course. Yet Cecile didn't give up. The ringing was non-stop. He stayed quie

you..." His voice w

ake Sonia?" Cecile launched on high pitch. "I went to her schoo

deep breath

e! My daughter changes scho

n her mouth and fire sho

her improve her studies, she needs it...

daughter's life, that I should fucking know about it ri

c freed up and cars began moving. "Cecile, S

.you're fucking trying to keep her away f

he least hurtful words. He found none. "

he took the phone off loudspeaker. T

lying cheating son of a bitc

me when you're ready for a co

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was small from the outside, but spacious from the inside. He opened the gate, parked his car in

tered the house. Then walking past his receptionist desk with printing and photocopy

n, separate from his work chair where he sat with a cup of coffee,

gh the pages of his file on the ENDSARS protest and stopped midway to phone Amadi's father. He promised the old man

like someone who was raised in all kinds of hardship. Still, one thing was certain, he had motivation. Dagogo left his mental space and picked up a photo album by his bedside. Since his father's death, it lived on a stool, just an arm stretch away. He flipped the album pages to his thirteenth birthday. His dad attended

dad had gifted him and Dagogo hadn't smiled. A certain awkwardness had decescended

art. Sometimes Dagogo wondered at the yoking of a gentle American woman and a radical Naij

m." Dago

was you. Dagogo, I thought you

s, and dropped it beside t

dang

a flattened twist. He k

the Naija government. That's why we lost

parking rush in his veins. He turned to the side, stared at

e same as everyone else" — Dagogo laid upright, his sight went to the roof — "The

s when he phoned her and broke the news. 20th of October was when her tears became

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his tears we

night

is father's last text. Mr Dum

lot of wrong, but my son, maybe deep down, it wasn't jus

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