By Segun Durowaiye

Bose was confused and didn’t understand how her husband got to know Adeosun’s office. She was speechless and dumbfounded.

“How did he trace you?!!” she asked for the umpteenth time. “I don’t know,” he said, “I think I told you someone is after my life. I knew what happened to me recently was not ordinary. Oh, but I love you, Bose…honestly, I do.”

Undeterred and unwary of any calamity, Adeosun made love with Bose as he had never done before; for hours they were together in Bose’s place and had a marathon love experience. Bose’s husband had travelled to his home town and Bose took the opportunity to invite Adeosun into her matrimonial home. After the long lovemaking session, Adeosun was very happy. Bose too, was really happy when Adeosun opened his briefcase and gave her a sophisticated gold wristwatch and a bundle of N500 notes, which equals N50,000. Bose instantly gave him a long, deep and fervent kiss.

About 15 minutes later, Adeosun decided to take his leave. Bose saw him off to his car. Immediately Adeosun opened his car; what he saw filled him with horror and terror! He was aghast with fear! Once again, he saw the dead, black he-goat on the rear seat of his car. The black he-goat had a red piece of cloth with three cowries tied round its neck.

“God!” he exclaimed, “Not again!” Adeosun started sweating and felt like vomiting. He banged the door of his car and wailed: “Help! Help!! Help!!! It’s the dead, black he-goat again! Somebody help me!”

Bose heard his screams and came running to him. About 10 people rushed towards him to see what was wrong.

“What’s the matter?” Bose asked.

“I saw the dead, black he-goat in my car again!” Adeosun managed to say, trembling and sweating.

“Where is the dead black goat?!!” Bose asked.

“That’s it over there, inside my car…can’t you see it?” he stammered. “I can’t see anything!” Bose said with surprise and confusion written on her face.

“Can’t the rest of you see it?” Adeosun asked the confused crowd, Bose inclusive.

“I can’t see anything, Ade, don’t worry yourself, this is a figment of your imagination. You need plenty of rest. Go home and sleep,” she advised.

Adeosun was still sweating profusely, shaken and trembling all over. He managed to enter his car and inserted the ignition key. He drove out of the area in complete fear. As he was driving, he was all the while turning to stare at the back seat to see if the dead, black he-goat was still there. His body temperature had increased tremendously. He was feeling very hot in spite of the cool, breezy atmosphere. Adeosun had driven for about 30 minutes and had almost reached home when he collapsed on the steering and gave up the ghost. Alas, he died foaming in the mouth and gasping for breath on the steering wheel.

Till this day, it has become a case of criminal study for homicide detectives who could not unravel the mystery behind the death of the young socialite called Adeosun. This should be a lesson for unrepentant casanovas and gigolos who have an insatiable thirst and lust over everything in skirt. Life is very delicate and we should be very careful the way we handle it.

Concluded.

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