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The Vanishing Blind Man

As he took a closer look at the corpse in his arms, the boy looked even younger than Emeka had earlier imagined. There was no way he was over 10 years old. “Oga, na your pikin? Abi na you kill am?” the first officer asked as he motioned to Emeka who was still in shock, on his knees with the boy’s bloody head resting on his thighs. The question irritated him. “How dare you, ask me such stupid and insensitive questions?!” Emeka shot back at the MOPOL who casually chalked a circle around the boy’s corpse. “You are a very foolish man! If he is not you pikin, comot there make we do out work abeg” Emeka was utterly disgusted by the policeman’s attitude but he decided that he wasn’t going to get drawn into a verbal exchange with the illiterate, junior officer. He walked over to the 4x4 Toyota Hilux which the policemen had arrived in.  There were three other officers listening to various accounts of the incident from a few other eye-witnesses. “Who is the commanding officer here?” Emeka interrupted. “Yes, how can I help you?” one of the officers asked. He was a well built dark skinned man, with very precise Fulani tribal marks just like those of the face of the poor little boy lying dead in the street.  The officer looked more distinguished than the rest of his men in his distinct blue and black uniform. “That boy was with an old blind man before the accident but the fellow has disappeared now. I think you might want to investigate that” Emeka gave a concise description of the man and excused himself. He had to go and prepare for his trip.  




## This is an excerpt from something I am working on.

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