ALTHOUGH MURDER IS A CRIME, I'M STILL GLAD THAT I COMMITTED ONE. by@chidinmajohn 50% to @campusconnnectng

Please don't look at me that way. Am I the first person to commit murder?. Don't judge me yet because if you were in my shoes, I don't think you will do otherwise.

Jack had been my friend, a very good one, I must confess. I gained a lot from him without asking of any. Wherever I go, when people see me, they will start talking about him. Most people even called me Jack instead of my name.

I was popular due to his influence. Most people hated me because of the way I and Jack relate. But, I don't care. This is my life, not theirs.

Is it authority? he gave it to me. I smile whenever I see people tremble at my voice. He changed my life. I lived the way I wanted, I 'enjoyed' every bit of my life we traveled to so many places even when we weren't invited, enjoying our lives and making the ignorant ones envious.

Did this merriment last?. No!, Because at a time I wanted more. I also noticed that something was missing. I told him about my worry but he said I should wave it, that, he will always be there for me. Sweet right?. ☺

I was ungrateful for taking this action. Do I have a good reason for killing him?.
"How did you commit this crime?" Someone will ask.

On a very good day, we both visited a group of people. Our reason for going there wasn't genuine. We actually went to oppress them with our friendship.

I didn't know what came over me, all I know is that when the leader of the group was speaking, the members were nodding and penning down some points that to me were unnecessary.
Why is everyone nodding? why are they engrossed in what he is saying?. "Jack do you know the reason?" I asked but he didn't reply. That's unusual.

Alright, let me found out myself. I began listening to what their leader was saying. Only if I knew what was at stake, Jack and I wouldn't have gone there in the first place.

Some minutes later, His words pierced my heart like an arrow. My hands were energized and immediately, my face turned to behold Jack. As if he knew what was about to happen, he stood up in a bit to run, I caught him and began strangling him.

He pleaded for mercy but it fell on deaf ears. The more I listened to the words of the leader, the more I gained the energy to continue the act.

Finally, he died, and his remains vanished. Before I could realize what happened, I saw myself kneeling in front of the alter, as the priest prayed for me with his hands on my head. With tears in my eyes, I glorified the Lord.

My dear, this was how I murdered him(PRIDE). His remains vanished and will never return. When I stood up and faced the congregation, they applauded and thanked God for delivering me from my sinful ways.

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