Chapter Twenty-One
He lay on his bed, looking at the ceiling, practically staring into nothingness, the thoughts of the girl who looked exactly like his former aide, Jibawo Ketu, engulfing his mind.
It had been a few days ago and he had been told he was just seeing things, but how could that be? He knew he had seen her vividly and she had made a threat to kill him, but no one would believe him.
He had committed a lot of atrocities, but still lived very well. It was as though he wasn’t born with a conscience. According to the Christians, there was no peace for the wicked...but they were wrong. He had peace, even more peace than their troubled souls had.