16 Oct 2007 |
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Murder is defined in criminal law as the unjustified killing of one person by another, usually distinguished from the crime of manslaughter by the element of malice aforethought. In
When a high ranking politician is killed, the IG sets up a special panel to “investigate and prosecute”. Three months down the line, after faking and framing witnesses, the hype is down and dead. For an ordinary Nigerian in the streets of
Two weeks ago, I heard that Chukwuma Ogbueli has been missing. He was last seen in Awka on his way back to
Yesterday, I got a call that the lifeless and decomposing body of Chukwuma has been found dumped somewhere in Awka. It happened that Chukwuma was cornered and murdered in cold blood. For three weeks Chukwuma went missing, for three weeks nobody could do anything except wait and pray, including the Nigerian Police Force. You will definitely not hear about his death on the pages of the newspapers, but everyday, many Nigerians like Chukwuma – the less familiar faces - are murdered in our villages, towns and cities. In the cities many law abiding Nigerians are attacked, some killed as they retire home to their loved ones after a hard days work. In the towns and villages, grand mothers, wives and daughters are raped and husbands made to watch. In
Nigerians are made to pay for these vigilantes in the cities where they reside. They still have to pay their taxes to the government and back in the villages contribute to the support of youths who are armed to protect the village – call it triple taxation. Chukuwma was among the group of Nigerians that were made to pay for their security thrice. Yet he was murdered when he needed to be protected. The last time I was with Chukwuma was in
That was my Chukwuma. That was our Chukwuma that always insisted that “gone are the days when we have to keep on quarrelling and eating bitter cola whenever we gather for village meetings at home or in
Last night I couldn’t sleep when I got the information that … Chukwuma has been found dead. Tears however refused to flow. I would have loved to cry to lighten my heart, to bury the expectation of the reunion we talked about in July 2007, to mourn the demise of some one who believed in me… But as I write these words now, tears have finally dropped as I remembered the pains and the joys I shared with Chukwuma. With your brutal murder however, I wish the tears of the silent majority and the less familiar faces in the ever increasing crime wave of unreported murders will be addressed by the relevant authorities. Adieu my brother, adieu my friend, although I still wish this sunshine would have been allowed to continue a little longer.
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