Six months after: A letter to you, my son's killer/s - by Aisha Falode
In years gone by, I read detective books and watched Crime series depicting how murderers sleep at night. How they wake up in sweat with nightmarish images of the soul they had taken, and are so filled with dread and guilt of their crime that they spend their night dripping hot, sticky sweat of horror at what they had done.
How they stare at the night, wishing somehow it would never come, I mean, murderers live in such fear wishing they could turn the hands of the clock or go back in time and re-enact the whole scene of their evil deed, so as to reverse the killing of their innocent victim. Continue...
Such
was my naivety because death was so far away from me. Then death came so
close to me I can still feel its hot breath down my spine. Yet I see how
helpless it has become for it cannot strike the same victim twice. Death is so uncanny,
it takes a soul but it knows that the soul goes back to the Maker in peace, yet
he is lucky because the person who wore its cloak, the person who struck the
blow, the person who took breath which does not belong to him, becomes its
victim.
I
say this today, my son's killer/syou have become the victim. Death has deceived
you and is now sneering at you. You are in your own hell, a living hell, hades
of which will be immersed in you for the rest of your life.
Toba
Falode aka Tyler Fray would have been alive today, breathing, laughing, writing
songs about life and oppression, songs about people like you, evil people who
think they can oppress, suppress and kill just because they can, but he is
not for he rests in the bosom of the Almighty his creator. You Killer had no
right taking his life because you did not give it.
Killer
have you ever gone back in history or do murderers have no time to read up what
happens to those of their like who came before them? If you do you will know
that the Avenger of Death is forever lurking behind you and one day, very soon
and sooner than you can imagine, you will pay for your crime and your sins. The
Bible which we uphold says vengeance is God's and indeed the Quran as well says
there is no hiding place for the wicked.
Killer,
the sister's heart you wrenched by taking her brother and confidant, the family
you brought despair and misery on, the friends you left crippled with excruciating
pain and I though drenched in sorrow by your inhumane callousness, know in my
heart that the Avenger is upon you.
You
have challenged the Almighty God by taking a life He created by breaking His
commandment that thou shall not kill. Then like a wicked unrepentant
soul, you walk the streets as if nothing happened? Believing in your ignorance
that the one who created ears cannot hear and the one who created eyes cannot
see. Surely your conscience is judging you, you sweat profusely in the
cold of the night, and shiver in the heat of the day, you jump at the slightest
sound and you keep looking over your shoulder, petrified even of your own
shadow and dreading the inevitable and knowing in your heart that death has cunned
you and the Avenger is so close you can feel the hair on your nape standing.
Perhaps
one day, your nightmare will end and you will free yourself but not before the
Avenger gets you, forcing you to speak, telling the world of how you killed my
son on that sad night hunting you in Dubai. When you pushed my boy, a
good son, and the hope of my future from a 17 Storey building. What a callous, heartless
andcold-bloodedkiller!
How
did you kill him, why did you kill him? Oh, lest I forget you, the witness, an
accessory to murder. Only God knows what pushes you to soil your hands with
innocent blood by remaining silent and protectinga killerfrom a most foul and
heinous crime while the image of Tyler’s dead body haunts you at night, you
said you wish you could have done more at the time of his death. Yes you can. Speak
up and free yourself from the insanity creeping up on you and the long stretch of
dark miserable years ahead, how did Tyler Fray die?
How
did my son's innocent blood splatter on your body? Did your bloody knuckle
punch the life out of him, or did you smash him with a stone before throwing
him over the balcony, or did you just push him to his death? Why did you say
you would take the punishment for his death, why do people you call friends
keep meeting such a fate around you, is it coincidence?
Do
you know, that there were actually three people on that balcony on that
night? The all seeing God, the omnipotent, the ever present…He was there and He
witnessed that murder and He is calling you to account forTyler’s Death. Killer!!!!
Look! Feel!
Hear
the sound of the footstep of the long arms of the law looming over you like the
sun covers the earth …..........
The
Avenger is upon you like the waves of the Ocean smashing against the rock there
is no escape for God is a just God.
I
know Toba is in heaven and that gives me peace.
What
kind of peace can a killer give his mother?
To
join the call for Justice for Toba go to:
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Justice for Tyler Fray a.k.a Toba Falode
Twitter:
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Sign The Petition: Change.org:
https://www.change.org/petitions/government-of-the-federal-republic-of-nigeria-the-government-should-insist-the-case-file-on-the-death-of-oloruntoba-oluwadamilola-falode-should-be-reopened-for-investigation-he-was-murdered-on-the-15th-february-2014-2
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