What Goes Around Comes Around!

Amira is gone! Societal evil killed her!

Author: David Oletu

It was a dark and gloomy day, echoing with silent noises of grief.

My family and friends were glued together in their black dresses and shades, facing the untimely, flowery-decorated grave of Amira, my only sister.

Her beautiful dark skin, which sparkled like diamonds, was now rotten in the grave.

Her dream to become a world leader like Ngozi Iweala is now dead with her.

She was only 22, and there were no signs that she would painfully exit the world so soon.

What Goes Around Comes Around!

Amira was not sick; her heart was golden, pure, and without stains or beats of worldly fears and anxieties.

She was as gentle as a dove and always stayed away from trouble.

Amira! Amira!!

Amira was a good person who didn’t deserve to die so soon.

Her untimely grave ought to be mine!

She comfortlessly ‘sleeps my sleep’, paying for my evil crimes and sins!

Amira was my only precious sister and sibling whom my parents left for me to care for.

My parents were already old and had tried their best to perform their parental responsibility of sponsoring my full education.

Having managed to graduate from the tertiary institution with an unworthy 2.1 degree,

my parents expected me to get a good job to relieve them of their financial burdens.

They expected me to continue with the sponsorship of Amira’s education from SSS 3 to whatever level she wishes to further her education.

My father was a bus driver.

He had driven travelers from one state to another in Nigeria, West Africa for a good 35 years in the struggle to meet the needs of his wife and two children.

My father, however, couldn’t beat nature, as age had caught him.

He is now 69 and can’t actively drive such a long distance again as before. And He is now resting at home with my mother, who is 67 years old.

What Goes Around Comes Around!

My mother, on the other hand, was still actively selling her biscuits, sweets, and drinks to children and some other passersby in her small shop.

Their little earnings can’t possibly meet our needs, not to mention Amira’s education. So, the burden was on me.

I loved my younger sister, Amira, so much!

Ever since my father and mother handed over the smooth running of Amira’s education,

and needed me to continue from where they stopped, I vowed to be her ladder to the top by any means.

She was a girl with great dreams and visions, highly intelligent, and full of potential.

Her aspirations to become an accomplished entrepreneur and business administrator are so strong that she could spend sleepless nights studying.

She had this solid goal of helping people out of poverty,

and according to her, that’s the only reason why she desired to make so much money through business.

You could tell from her aspiration that she was selfless and full of love.

What Goes Around Comes Around!

She could have served as a destiny helper to many; Amira was one whose destiny was tied to many people’s destinies.

Who could have imagined that her life would be cut short?

Amira is gone!

Societal evil killed her!

They killed a saviour that could have saved them from many challenges!

What Goes Around Comes Around!

I studied a course at the university that didn’t seem to be useful or appreciated in my kind of society,

and as a result, getting a job with my degree proved very difficult.

However, in my hardened quest to take good care of my parents and sister,

when I was so desperate and couldn’t cope with the heavy burden:

I suddenly and mysteriously rose to wealth in people’s faces within 2 years after I had graduated.

“How did you do it?

How were you able to make this much money you spend lavishly on us?”

My parents, who had never seen up to a hundred thousand naira in their lives, questioned me out of curiosity.

They find it strange to see me mentioning and counting millions all of a sudden.

Even if they believed I could make much money, they didn’t see it coming too suddenly.

“Mama, Baba,(Mother, Father)  it’s God, ooooo,” I responded to my parents’ inquiry. 

I always emphasized that it was God who did it for me whenever people asked for my source of wealth,

and I further lied to them that I am an importer and exporter of goods,

and that I also use my laptop to communicate with international business clients who want to do business with me.

My parents believed me because they trusted me so much.

And for the people?

They have no choice but to believe me because I always give them money.

I help the poor.

Perhaps my charitable act was one of the things that inspired Amira’s interest in also helping people out of poverty.

Oh!

They were all blinded by my pretence, and angelic act.

They never knew I was only a notorious internet fraudster and organ harvester.

That was my silly mistake in my desperation and quest to make money so fast for my family.

What Goes Around Comes Around!

My closest male friend initiated me into the act.

He was a very smart guy back then in school.

I never knew he could engage in such acts because he had a good personality and looked so innocent.

His innocence was so glaring in his physical appearance and his ‘Omoluabi’ (Child with good home training) manner of approach.

My friend gave me countless reasons why I should join his fraud and organ harvesting business,

one of which was the fallacious popular saying that “there are no jobs for graduates.”

I reasoned with him because I was tired of looking for a well-paying job.

And I couldn’t bear seeing my family go on hunger strikes. Also, I couldn’t bear seeing my sister’s dream being swept away.

Besides, seeing my innocent-looking friend engage in such acts gave me the very silly mentality that:

“if my friend could engage in such, then everyone has a cockroach in their cupboard; no one is guiltless.

 “So, why can’t I secretly carry out the evil acts with them?” I thought ignorantly.

From then on, I became a hypocrite! An angelic terror!

However, my guilt and shame surrounded me heavily at Amira’s funeral.

I disappointed Amira!

Oh! I disappointed my family!

What Goes Around Comes Around!

The report says that Amira was mistakenly shot in the head by some hired assassins who missed their target.

My head was boiling on fire when I heard the news.

I felt like strangling the so-called hired assassins around their necks.

I wanted vengeance. But then, what differentiates me from them?

Do I have any moral justification to seek vengeance?

With the more innocent ones whom I have also killed through my organ harvesting business?

I was a fraudster and an organ harvester while they were hired assassins.

The only thing that differentiates us is that while they carried guns to swiftly and violently carry out their act, I used words to carry out my evil plan.

For organ harvesting, our major targets are females.

We simply seduce the females, particularly those who, out of desperation, could do anything, even if it meant selling off their bodies to make money.

Once they fall into our trap, we drug them and butcher them into pieces like meat.

Afterwards, we take their private parts and some other organs needed, and we bury their remains.

We had no heart to consider that they could also have loved ones and dreams.

And for the fraudulent acts?

We rob our victims of their joy and investments.

And We didn’t care about how they would feel. We just cared about our instant gratification.

What guts do I have to seek vengeance when I am nothing different from the evil that killed my sister?

What Goes Around Comes Around!

My sister’s death taught me the biggest lesson of my life.

What is your definition of karma again?

I now face the pain I have caused others. The pain of losing a loved one!

I operated secretly and presented myself to Amira as a guiltless guiding angel.

And I constantly fed Amira with good words of wisdom so that her path would be straight.

Amira thought I was truly the best elder brother in the world,

as she had fondly called me because I met all her needs with my ‘dirty money’.

She thought I was a perfect model to follow;

because I was so wealthy and my mouth was as sweet as honey, full of pure and good words of wisdom and morals.

And She never knew I was a terror to many innocent people.

She never knew I was only an internet fraudster and organ harvester who brings millions of dollars home from robbing and killing other people’s loved ones.

And She never knew that all that glittered in my outward appearance and behaviour was not gold.

She never knew my angelic face was just a covering of my hidden beastly face.

And She never knew that the hands I used to bless her had been cursed by the blood stains of innocents.

She never knew that the path of the brother who was guiding her wasn’t straight.

What Goes Around Comes Around!

“Amira!” I wept bitterly, kneeling before her grave,

with the hopes that she would forgive me when her spirit eventually sees my secret evil ways on the heavenly big screen, I imagined.

What Goes Around Comes Around!

“Mr. Douglas!” a deep, manly voice called my name while tapping my left shoulder.

I was still on my knees, crying, until I turned my face around to see who was calling me.

It was a huge man, dressed in black with a red jacket that had an eagle serving as the logo.

“EFCC!” (A government security Agency charged with curbing financial crimes) I mumbled in shock, wiping away the tears on my face.

“Yes, EFCC,” the man responded with a mocking smile on his face.

“We are here for you, Mr. Douglas,” he stated firmly.

Every other person at the funeral, including my parents, couldn’t take their eyes off the scene.

They were also in shock to see EFCC officials come for me.

“Do you know this man?”

the EFCC officer asked me while pointing to a man closely behind him who was handcuffed.

That was the friend who initiated me into fraud and organ harvesting.

The moment I saw him, I knew it was all over for me. I couldn’t deny him at that moment—I confessed that I knew him.

Having confirmed my alliance with my partner in crime, the EFCC men handcuffed me and led me to their vehicle.

“No! You can’t take my son away! He didn’t commit any crime! Free my son!”

My mother cried out uncontrollably, trying hard to drag me away from the hands of the EFCC men.

Oh! My poor parents! They knew nothing!

If only they knew my life was a lie…

The poor old parents have just lost another child. On the day they are mourning the death of their second child, Amira,

Truly, what goes around comes around, and evildoers will never last long. We will reap what we sow.

We shouldn’t be hypocrites! We shouldn’t disappoint the lives that are counting on us.

By all means, we should reject evil and live a godly life.

I now know better in my small, cubic, rat-infested jail, where I will spend the rest of my life in hard labour.

Also Read: Are You Afraid of Some People? – Diademng (thediademng.org)

Galatians 6:7 KJV: Be not deceived; God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.

https://bible.com/bible/1/gal.6.7.KJV

What Goes Around Comes Around!