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Hidden Bones (Unfinished)
By Sekou-Ajene Tafari
Monday, July 09, 2007
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Can't seem to get back into this story...
It was almost a week and still no word. I’m not sure how much longer my family will last, but I’m giving my all to keep things together.
Ever since mom went missing last Wednesday, my dad has been on the verge of going insane. He hasn’t left the house, rarely leaves his bedroom, and since coming in last Wednesday, he hasn’t had a bath. I’m not even sure if he’s been eating.
My little sister seems to be coping, but I can see deep within her eyes that she’s worried for her mommy. Her 2nd grade school teacher, Ms. Owambe, came by to visit yesterday. It turns out word had spread all over Ashanti’s school about the mysterious disappearance of her mother. Ms Owambe explained that the school community has been relatively quiet about it, but with the deafening silence that envelopes the room whenever Ashanti enters, it’s clear everyone knows and have been talking about it.
I myself haven’t been doing all that well. But as destiny would have it, it’s my turn to be the head corner stone of the family. I hadn’t returned to school since coming home and hearing the news. I remember the evening vividly. I came home hungry and tired, and even from outdoors I could hear my father in the house yelling and raving – I figured it was just another of his recently frequent break-downs. My family wasn’t one for much ‘group discussion’, so me and my sis had been in the dark about what was going on; ever since two months ago, it was clear things hadn’t been going too well with my parents.
Flashing blue lights, shine boots and government uniforms had become the regular scenery since the day of mystery. A Mr Akunte Onando had been appointed as lead detective on the case. Clearly an experienced officer, Mr Onando’s approach seemed a little too leisurely for me. Day after day he shows up asking some ridiculous questions, and whenever I ask him for an update, or if he’d caught on to any leads – nothing. He said they had identified a suspect, but had trouble closing in on him because of the lack of witnesses. Seems more like lack of intelligence to me.
“Look. I know you guys would like to get some closure here, but you must understand that homicide investigations like these take time”
“Homicide?” I queried. Trying desperately to disguise the hard swallow I made on hearing his declaration.
Mr Onando was quick to respond. “Well Khafre, I won’t bullshit you. It’s been a week since your mother’s disappearance, there have been no ransom calls or any signs kidnapping; your mother’s travel documents, ID’s, cash and so forth are all here – so she couldn’t have run off…” he paused, his shifty eyes showing clearly he was trying to reclaim his professional dignity. “…you know... I don’t know what to think. But I think we must start considering the possibility that she may have been murdered.” He flatly noted with what I hoped wasn’t a smirk.
“But there’s no body” I responded confidently.
He threw his arms up and walked right into the kitchen as if he’d own the place. I’m sure he saw the look on my face, because before I could even utter a word –
“Ah. You know what. I think I’m going to leave now. If.. or when, your father gets back, let him know I stopped by, and he should stop by the station if he has time” he said while biting into the jelly donut he presumptuously took from the snack box.
“I’ll let him know” I flatly responded, indicating clearly my disgust and frustration with his efforts.
The loyal Corolla patrol car backed out of the driveway and disappeared like a clumsy magic trick.
About fifteens minutes after Mr Onando left my dad returned. He still looked phased out and went straight to his bedroom without even saying a word. I tried to tell him of the officer’s visit, but he continued en route to the bedroom upstairs.
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