The Ransom Dealers

From Phone to Murder

Trouble started for Aisha when she broke the long standing rule. "Never view the contents of your husband's phone". It was intrusive and a total invasion of privacy. It led nowhere but to a situation of heartache, she knew. But that's the way the cookie crumbles.

Musa was fast asleep. She knew that because his snoring had gone up to another level. He was making a cranking sound like a car that refused to start. Her heart beating wildly, she picked the phone lying close to his open mouth and pressed the home key against his thumb. The phone opened with a vibrating sensation in her shaky hand.

Immediately, she went to his w******p Icon, tapped and was in. She saw Umar's display picture and went past it. Umar was his brother. She scrolled down and saw what she was looking for. A chat between her husband and the b***h.

Musa: Baby

Maria: Na'am baby na

Musa: Where are you?

Maria: Ina kwance a gado

Musa: Wow… ina missing dinki baby?

Maria: Ba wani, is it me you want to deceive? Kana tare da matarka zakace you're missing me! ?

Musa: Wallahi da gaske nake, I mean it???

Maria: Toh prove it mana. Haka kawai you'll just be wasting my time and sleeping with me. Ka aure ni, you refuse. Gaskiya na gaji ???

Musa: Haba baby. I told you as soon as I divorce this stupid woman I will marry you. Na fada miki ba dadin zama da ita nake ji ba.?

Maria: It's a lie. How can you say that about the woman you've been married to for five years? Wallahi karya kake, dadin baki kawai kake mun.?

Aisha's hands were shaking by now, her vision getting blurry, so vicious was her anger. The ungrateful son-of-a-b***h! Talking about her like that to a w***e! She calmed herself enough to continue. Everyday is for the thief, but today Musa's end has come, she thought.

No wonder every time she asked for money he always claimed he didn't have. The ungrateful punk! How would he have when he was spending on a w***e?

She went back again to the chats.

Musa: Wallahi I mean what I'm saying. I will divorce her soon, sai muyi aure kawai.

Mariya: Okay dear. I believe you. Kasan ina sonka kuma I can't live without your love ?

Musa: I love you too baby ?

Musa: Baby please send me a pic

Mariya: What pic? Ka san fa dare yayi and it's dark in my room.

Musa: Please baby. Put on the lights and snap please. I need to see your p**sy ?❤️?

Mariya: ?????? Kaiiiiiiiii Musa! Gaskiya ba dani za'ayi wannan iskancin ba.

Musa: Baby what's there? Ai it's not as if ban taba ganin ki babu kaya ba. Please send it, I want to see???

Mariya: Hmmmm… but please don't show anybody oh. In fact, you have to delete as soon as you see it.

Musa: Okay dear, nayi alkawari.

Aisha wanted to die. She scrolled down, and to her uttermost shock saw the nude picture.

The w***e was lying in bed, reclining on the pillows. She was naked like the back of her hand, without a stich on. She held the phone with her outstretched left arm, angling the phone camera in such a way that it captured her bushy, ugly looking privates, her laps, her stomach, her saggy breasts and a good part of her face.

Aisha stared at the picture for so long, her whole being shaking, that she lost count of the time.

Her asshole of a husband's response was like adding salt in an injury.

Musa: OMG! ? Baby you look good enough to eat… ???

Mariya: Toh yaushe zaka cini? ?

Musa: Baby tomorrow idan mun hadu muje Grand Central mu huta

Mariya: Shikenan my love, Allah Ya kaimu.

The weak, fragile thread that had been holding Aisha's reasoning together crumbled. She had been under psychological strain for almost a year now, but had managed to keep her sanity in check. Considering the way Musa continuously mistreated her, sooner or later, it was certain to break. When it broke, she could become anything from a mumbling imbecile to a homicidal maniac.

Musa was as good as dead. It was unfortunate for him to be the cause of her transition from sanity to insanity.

Aisha suddenly felt a hundred kilograms lighter. Her eyesight and hearing became abruptly heightened. She imagined she could hear his heart beat, and even the drop of a needle. She experienced an almost supernatural level of calmness.

She dropped the phone beside her husband and got down from the bed silently. She walked out of the bedroom, across the sitting room and into the kitchen.

Here she surveyed the kitchen, looking for the perfect murder weapon. She was surprisingly calm, without any apprehension or nervousness attributable to people who are on the verge of committing first degree murder. She pulled out a drawer and picked out what she was looking for; the knife her husband bought especially to slaughter rams during Sallah festivities.

Its seven-inch blade glittered in the beam of the kitchen light. The wooden handle, long and heavy, fitted comfortably into her hand. She returned to the bedroom and stood over him, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest as he snored, and discovered she felt nothing for this undesirable element. She felt the same way one would feel when they want to squash a cockroach; an urgent need to get the deed done and be rid of the repulsive insect.

She climbed the bed slowly and straddled him carefully. His breathing faltered, as if he was about to wake up, but he continued to snore. She placed the razor sharp knife on his Adam's apple, then as if he had sensed in his subconscious that he was a heartbeat away from death, Musa snapped open his eyes.

The two of them stared at each other for a long minute, then Aisha said "Don't move, you bastard!"

To say Musa was scared was the centuries greatest understatement. He was so scared that his sphincter muscles relaxed, then spasmed as a smelly stool came through, filling up the room with an awful stink.

"Wh… wha… what… what happened?", He stammered.

"What is it, you ask me? Don kutumar ubanka? Wato muna aure amma kana ta fasiqanci da wata yar iska ko? Toh wallahi today is the day you will die!" She snarled at him, spittle spraying all over his face.

He couldn't recognize his wife, as she had become strange and ugly with maniacal fury. The strange light in her eyes warned him she really meant to kill him, and he was afraid to make any sudden movements.

"Aisha don Allah me ya faru? Me nayi miki? I'm sorry whatever it is. You know I love yo…", but he was cut off with her yell.

"Shut the f**k up ko wallahi yanzu in zare maka rai!! Don't lie to me, because I saw everything on your phone! Har ni kake cewa zaman hakuri kake dani? Wallahi yau kwanan ka ya qare! You'll understand that you're going to be lonely when you're dead. Dan iska kawai"

Musa tried to get up, but she had him pinned between her thighs. They started to struggle; Musa frantically to save his life, Aisha to keep him pinned down. When she felt he was beginning to gain momentum, she slid the sharp edge across his throat. He reared up violently when the knife cut his jugular, throwing her off the bed to the floor. A jet stream of blood was coming out steadily, landing on the bed, the floor, on Aisha and on Musa himself.

He was making a gurgling sound, as he looked reproachfully at her, knowing full well that his life was leaking out in the steady pumping of blood. He sat down slowly, then gradually laid down on the tiled floor, in his own blood. He twitched again and again, while she watched dispassionately. After a while, he became still, his glassy eyes staring at her lifelessly. He was dead.

After about ten minutes, she came back to her senses and realized the magnitude of what she had done. What was she going to do? She must have been out of her mind to have killed him! Thoughts of the police, arrest and jail flashed through her mind. She thought of Maryam Sanda. Oh My God!, she thought. What was she going to do?

The time was 2am. She picked her phone and called Zahra.