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You tortured me for nights, unending. You ruined my days, unending. The very moments I placed my head on the pillow to sleep, you began your unending cries. Who was haunting you, I never knew. Who or what were you crying for? I never knew. All I remember is your cry at 3 am sounding loud in the compound. All I remember is my anguish and pain, being unable to sleep after long hours, coming home from work, only to work more and meet deadlines.
They said that you cried, because you had to, I never bought that. Because of you, I fantasised about murder, in anger. I knew I had to be swift. I had to calculate every move.
First on the list. Knives. I knew I needed sharper ones. My knives were barely capable of slicing onions well. I needed sharper ones to slit a throat.
Second on the list. Nothing.
Actually, all I needed to rid my nights of sleeplessness was a knife or two. Sharp enough to kill.

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So here we are. Angie. My neighbour's beloved. Helpless you are. Lifeless soon to be. I look through the window to see if there is any movement. If anybody has sensed that a life is about to be taken. All still. Bliss. Perfect atmosphere.
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The next day at work. I take a treat to work. Peppered turkey. You see, I never understood why a grown man like my neighbour Kalu kept a turkey as a pet, worse, naming it.
All I know is, no more night cries, no more sleeplessness.
Tomorrow vengeance will be the Lord's,but today, it is in my pot. Sizzling. 

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