In years gone by, I read detective books and watched Crime
series depicting how murderers sleep at night. How they wake up in sweat with
nightmarish images of the soul they had taken, and are so filled with dread and
guilt of their crime that they spend their night dripping hot, sticky sweat of
horror at what they had done.
How they stare at the night, wishing somehow it would never
come, I mean, murderers live in such fear wishing they could turn the hands of
the clock or go back in time and re-enact the whole scene of their evil deed,
so as to reverse the killing of their innocent victim.
I say this today, my son's killer/s you have become the
victim. Death has deceived you and is now sneering at you. You are in your own
hell, a living hell, hades of which will be immersed in you for the rest of
your life.
Toba Falode aka Tyler Fray would have been alive today,
breathing, laughing, writing songs about life and oppression, songs about
people like you, evil people who think they can oppress, suppress and kill just
because they can, but he is not for he rests in the bosom of the Almighty his
creator. You Killer had no right taking his life because you did not give it.
Killer have you ever gone back in history or do murderers
have no time to read up what happens to those of their like who came before
them? If you do you will know that the Avenger of Death is forever lurking
behind you and one day, very soon and sooner than you can imagine, you will pay
for your crime and your sins. The Bible which we uphold says vengeance is God's
and indeed the Quran as well says there is no hiding place for the wicked.
Killer, the sister's heart you wrenched by taking her
brother and confidant, the family you brought despair and misery on, the
friends you left crippled with excruciating pain and I though drenched in
sorrow by your inhumane callousness, know in my heart that the Avenger is upon
you.
You have challenged the Almighty God by taking a life He
created by breaking His commandment that thou shall not kill. Then like a wicked unrepentant soul, you walk
the streets as if nothing happened? Believing in your ignorance that the one
who created ears cannot hear and the one who created eyes cannot see. Surely your conscience is judging you, you
sweat profusely in the cold of the night, and shiver in the heat of the day, you
jump at the slightest sound and you keep looking over your shoulder, petrified
even of your own shadow and dreading the inevitable and knowing in your heart
that death has cunned you and the Avenger is so close you can feel the hair on
your nape standing.
Perhaps one day, your nightmare will end and you will free
yourself but not before the Avenger gets you, forcing you to speak, telling the
world of how you killed my son on that sad night hunting you in Dubai. When you pushed my boy, a good son, and the
hope of my future from a 17 Storey building. What a callous, heartless and
cold-blooded killer!
How did you kill him, why did you kill him? Oh, lest I
forget you, the witness, an accessory to murder. Only God knows what pushes you
to soil your hands with innocent blood by remaining silent and protecting a
killer from a most foul and heinous crime while the image of Tyler’s dead body
haunts you at night, you said you wish you could have done more at the time of
his death. Yes you can. Speak up and free yourself from the insanity creeping
up on you and the long stretch of dark miserable years ahead, how did Tyler
Fray die?
How did my son's innocent blood splatter on your body? Did
your bloody knuckle punch the life out of him, or did you smash him with a
stone before throwing him over the balcony, or did you just push him to his
death? Why did you say you would take the punishment for his death, why do
people you call friends keep meeting such a fate around you, is it coincidence?
Do you know, that there were actually three people on that
balcony on that night? The all seeing God, the omnipotent, the ever present…He
was there and He witnessed that murder and He is calling you to account for
Tyler’s Death. Killer!!!! Look! Feel!
Hear the sound of the footstep of the long arms of the law
looming over you like the sun covers the earth …..........
The Avenger is upon you like the waves of the Ocean smashing
against the rock there is no escape for God is a just God.
I know Toba is in heaven and that gives me peace.
What kind of peace can a killer give his mother?
To join the call for Justice for Toba go to:
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