Chapter 2: Courtroom Wahala

For 1992, the wickedest, most notorious serial killer for Russia history stand for dock as accused.

Na for this kind case court dey full, people no dey fear again, everybody wan see the devil wey dey do all these things. Courtroom full pass Sunday church service.

This creature—person no even suppose call am human—no just dey kill, e dey upgrade im wickedness, dey use more brutal method to murder 53 people, even dey chop their organ raw.

People dey talk say, "Na demon dey possess am." Some say e no be ordinary person. E dey look like person, but the wickedness no be here. E no even fear God.

For that moment, e sidon inside special iron cage wey dem build just for am, dey wait for court case.

The cage resemble those old cell wey dem dey use hold mad dog for village. E be like animal for zoo, everybody dey watch am with fear and anger.

But the cage no be to hold am down—na to protect am.

If dem leave am for ordinary dock, na so so beating e go collect. For Naija, dem for don stone am before judge talk anything.

Because if dem no lock am inside, the families of the people wey e kill for gallery go tear am to pieces within minutes.

People no dey take nonsense for dis part of the world. The pain choke everybody—cry reach where God dey. For Naija, even police sef fit look away small if dem see say e deserve am.

As the judge dey call the names of the victims one by one, everywhere for court full with loud, painful cry.

The wailing reach where judge sidon, even court clerk drop pen, dey wipe eye. Old mama dey hold handkerchief, young pikin dey shout, "Mama! Mama!"

Some family members, as dem hear the terrible things wey happen to their people, just faint, dey wail for ground.

Women collapse for ground, men dey hold dem, some dey pour water for face, some dey shake like say fever catch dem. The kind pain dem dey feel no be wetin mouth fit talk.

Some men even break police barrier, dey shout, dey scratch the cage: "Release am for court! Release am for court! Make we do justice by ourselves! Kill am!"

Security dey struggle, but the anger too much. Na so dem dey drag the cage, police dey shout "Order! Order!", but Naija man blood dey hot, especially when im family dey involved.

Everywhere scatter.

You go think say na riot. Even police dey sweat. Everybody dey restless. Courtroom don turn market.

And the man inside the cage dey watch everything like film, dey enjoy the show.

E cross leg, dey nod head, dey look people like say na movie. E even dey smile, like say people pain dey sweet am for belle.

E even smile one kain, comot belt, drop trouser for public—na strong abomination, sign say im head don spoil finish.

Na there e spot im real enemy for gallery.

Im eye shine as e see Musa, the only one wey no dey cry or shout. For crowd, na Musa e dey fear pass.