‘Good morning Kabiyesi. There has been another killing. A gruesome one,’ said Otunba Demola, shaking his head.
‘Has the murderer being caught?’ Kabiyesi asked.
There was silence in his chamber.
‘It can’t be me, I was in my chamber all night. Ganiyu was at my door, you can ask him.’ Kabiyesi clarified.
‘Ganiyu is… he died from exsanguination. Another thick silence. ‘You must have broken the chains we bound you with.’
‘What animal did I kill this time?’
‘Not what. Who. She was a seven year old girl. We found pieces of her cloth along the entrance to your chamber.’