By Ibrahim Kegbegbe
In an unusual moment on Tuesday, 12 September 2023, the skies held back both rain and the strange winds that often swept through the dusty streets where peddlers of enigmatic dark flour plied their trade. At noon, an eerie duskiness descended, and the moon emerged, casting an ethereal glow upon the globe. However, this luminance only served to accentuate the absence of one of its vibrant inhabitants – Mr. Light, who had just passed away at the tender age of 27.
The other characters, considered mature enough to care for Mr. Light in his lifetime, now meandered about with an air of suspicion, their mournful dirge echoing through the streets.
Beyond the globe, reasonable beings pointed accusatory fingers at these characters, alleging deliberate negligence during Mr. Light’s time of need.
Among the characters, some appeared to be the walking dead, leading the crowd to agitate for justice on behalf of Mr. Light. Their hidden agenda was clear: to resurrect their fading legacy within the globe.
Amidst this tumult, a keen-eyed individual confronted those in possession of a petition letter penned by Mr. Light when he faced bullying. They questioned why this evidence had remained hidden during his lifetime, but exposed it on social media for all reasonable beings to witness now.
As the protest raged on, you took it upon yourself to interpret some of the poignant songs performed by Mr. Light. “They called my mother and they threatened my father,” you proclaimed, emphasizing that he had been referring to his own potential killers.
The question hung heavy in the air: why had these interpretations been kept concealed while Mr. Light was alive? The silence seemed damning, insinuating a conspiracy in his demise.
Indeed, the suspicion fell squarely on those who had guarded these secrets for years – they had become prime suspects in the enigmatic case of Mr. Light’s untimely passing.
