S E R E N A D E

     I woke up to echoes of honking sirens in my compound.Curious to know what the matter was,I reluctantly got out of bed and walked to the end of my room which had a large glass  window.
       Uniformed police officers were all over my home.They were so many that I’m forced to use a cliche to describe them ,’they were like a swarm of bees’.
     I let my eyes survey my room.For the umpteenth time, I realized it was in shambles.
      My sheets had a red substance.I moved closer to see what it was.
Blood!
My gun was still on top of my bedside drawer.
      I sat on my bed, my head between my two hands.Just then,three sheriffs stormed my room pointing guns at me.I lifted up my hands as as a sign of surrender.They then handcuffed me.
      As I was standing to be escorted,the ground started sinking deep.
      Finally, I found myself in a large unoccupied room.I was frightened.The walls of the room were made from fresh human skin still dripping with blood.
     Suddenly, the skins disappeared leaving behind mirror walls.
      Through one of the mirror walls,I saw the President Of The Republic Of Kenya.He was addressing a large crowd of people at the Kenyatta International Conference Centre.
       I was one of the army officers called upon to offer protection to the president.I stood at the farthest corner of the conference.
”

Today we are gathered here as sons and daughters of this great nation….”

The President began.
     As he continued to address ,I played with the  gun in my hand.It was not so often one got the opportunity to  hold  a PSG-1 rifle.
       Without notice, I pulled the trigger, releasing a bullet  that went straight into the chest of the president.
         It  caused a havoc.A lady who saw me tried to shout.I reached for her and pressed my knife hard into her chest.I then disappeared through the back door.
When  I got to my room, I wiped the blood from the knife with my sheets.
        Just then, the glass walls broke down into small pieces leaving me in a room in total darkness.

      I was still standing in my room.One  police officer was telling me something like,
“Anything you say from now on will be used against you in a court of law.”
       I made my way towards the corridor with the escort of the three cops.
     Just as I was crossing the door to get to the outside,we  appeared  to  be  descending down on a lift.
      When I looked back, I didn’t see police.In fact ,my hands had no cuffs.I was with my friends ;Mark,Brian and Linda.
       When the lift stopped , the doors slang open and we saw the president leaving Peacock Hotel,a five star hotel in the city’s capital.We had  been paid to assassinate him.
      I took my position ,gun in hand and aimed at the most powerful man in the nation doning a black suit.
Click
I pulled  the cold metal trigger.
He went sprawling on the ground.This particular mission just needed  one bullet.
     Then came a security call.Everything came to a standstill.
     Mark was shot as he tried to escape. I was forced  to help him. His body was socked in blood.
       As I helped to load him on the ambulance, my hands were wet with blood.
         When I  got home, I wiped my hands with my sheets and placed the gun on top of my bedside drawer.
      “Move,bitch”
One of the police officers orders me as we make our way out of the house.I’m frogmatched to one of the  police vehicles waiting by.

         Coming to reality, I find myself in a cell;not that of the prison but a different cell called a hospital where police officers are uniformed paramedics.
       I overhear  the doctor saying,
“We think he is not sane.We need to run several tests on him because he has given  the police two conflicting statements.

© Amunala 2016