Cultist Who Brutally Unalifed Fellow Student In 2002 Spotted With His Family In The UK...

This writeup will tear you apart reading it.......

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I Met A Cultist Who Shot A Fellow Student D*ad In ESUT In A Shopping Mall in the UK.

"So, yesterday, I was at a shopping mall in Dartford near London to seek replacement parts for my Dyson Hoover.
While shopping, I saw this man, probably about my age.
He looked very familiar. I couldn't place it at that moment, so my brain did a frantic search within its limbic system, searching memory files that related this face to significant events in my life,and returned a possible match.
My brain told me the match wasn't too good.

In the year 2002, or maybe 2003, I was a Medical student in the University of Nigeria Enugu Campus (UNEC). It was a sister campus to the main University (UNN). UNEC was the campus where the Faculties of Medicine, Law, Health Science, Business and Estate Management were located.
This period was a time when Cult activities in Universities nationwide was somewhat at its peak.

UNEC at the time, shared the same fence with Enugu State University of Science and Technology (ESUT), whose cult related violence was way above the national average, with very violent public executions happening almost every semester.
Some of that violence, ended up on the UNEC side of the fence, as the targets when being chased, cross the gate of the fence into UNEC, where their attackers hunt them down and finish them off.

As a result, while UNEC students didnt engage much in violent cult activities (at least on University grounds), they had a good dose of it.
There was this particular episode I witnessed. I had gone to an eating joint just in front of the Faculty of Business Administration, which was not far from the UNEC/ESUT gate.

About three seats away from me, was this gentleman who had just finished his meal. I had no reason to suspect anything was amiss.
He made to get up to leave, and suddenly about seven hefty boys surrounded him, dragged him outside and dealt him several matchet wounds. Gunshots were fired in the air, and everybody started running helter-skelter.

Now, in the eating joint we visited, we could not afford the luxury of running as that would place us directly in the pathway of the violence, which was happening just outside the door. The owner of the restaurant simply locked us inside.This placed us at a vantage point to witness first hand the movie that was unfolding.
After being beaten, stabbed and shot in the leg, the guys left, and everyone thought the worst was over.

Apparently we were wrong as one of the attackers returned after the first round of beating, and headed towards their victim. I could hear his fellow cultist shout..."Emeka, bone!! Leave the guy, im go die before police come, no waste bullet abeg"...

The Emeka of a guy obviously was not listening. He approached their target on the ground, brought out his gun, aimed for the chest and...,BOOM!! After that he placed the gun POINT BLANK on the head and BOOM!!
Those of us hiding in the Restaurant screamed in horror. The victim who had been making struggling movements on the ground stopped moving, as blood started oozing out of his head and chest.
Well, the Police came one hour later to retrieve the body.
A guy who ordered a meal of Abacha and fried fish and ate it with relish, did not know he was having his last meal on Earth.
Anyway, back to London
After my brain went through this search, the name Emeka just continued resonanting in my head.
The face was almost unmistakable. But that was over ten years ago. Perhaps you're just being too presumptious, a silent voice told me. Perhaps this is just a look alike, another inner voice said.
I decided to forget about everything. I went to the counter to pay for the drugs I bought. There was a lady in front of me. She looked around as if she was looking for someone, perhaps someone who had accompanied her to the place. After looking around in disappointment, she brought out her phone dialled a number, and spoke...."Emeka, biko bia na Counter"...(Emeka, please come to the counter).
I looked round, and it became very obvious whom she was calling.

Our man in question came to the counter, holding a little girl in hand, probably his daughter, and going to meet the woman who called him, a woman I assumed to be his partner, and possibly mother to the girl.
I was kinda disappointed in life that moment.

Here was a man, who had ensured his fellow human did not live, not only alive a decade later, but having a family, something which his victim would never have.
I was deeply immersed in thought I forgot about my immediate environment, as the event that day kept replaying in my head, and I kept trying to reconcile it with the person I was seeing.

His little daughter kept looking at me and smiling, showing me her furry present.
I smiled back, thanking God she is too small to tell a real smile from a fake one.
Sometimes, you just wish karma was real, precise and consistent."

Written by Dr. Obinna Aligwekwe