My first murder

You think you know a thing or two about murder? Wait and let your mind munch on this brief narration of a personal experience. It's not your usual story but I hope you get the message.
I got up from where I was sitting doing stuffz on my phone
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"Emmanuel drop that phone and go look for something else to play with", I said sternly looking at him from the corridor. The little lad stroke his head and quietly moved away from the table where I had left my phone while processing my steemit account. I was just at the point of copying my my steemit password to a safe folder which was as long as a paragraph before dropping the phone on the table.

Emmanuel just clocked six [6] on the 25th of December, and he's just one chubby stubborn young man. However, after obeying nature and exercising my authority in the restroom, I stepped out and moved towards the living room where I had left my phone and Emmanuel at a safe distance. I felt a mini-heart attack when I saw 'the little chubby devil' fiddling with my phone.
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Just then I could hear audibly the whispering voice of Jesus on the Cross saying "it is finished".
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I had been warned by @Xpressng not to let even my B.A Hons. come between me and my steemit password. Coupled with the chills that ran down my spine and little energy I had left, my lips muttered "so this is how it feels to kill someone and be called a murderer? Cos he's so dead". I slowly walked towards Emmanuel who had barely noticed my presence. I called out to him and I think he felt cold chills in his spines too as he jerked and made attempt to run. Faster than Bolt, I grabbed him by the right hand and lifted him from the ground until our eyes were starring at each other on same level. I can't explain how I did it but I suspended this 25kg human in the air with just my left hand and quickly took possession of my phone with the right.
Although, I had been feeling a minute ache around my left wrist since I woke up that morning, I suspended him until I was done confirming that my password had not been tampered with. "pheww", I gave out a sigh of relief and immediately realized that I had suspended this young lad in the air with one hand for about 40seconds.
May not have been a great feeling, but deep down in my heart I had committed my first murder.

lesson to all steemians:
Guard your Steemit password more than your certificate. You can recover the later not the former.