I TRUSTED HIM... LOOK WHAT HE DID TO ME.

While we were struggling to put up our family house, dad lost his job at the Nigerian Immigration Service, and mom was then just a junior staff at the University Teaching Hospital.

Haruna was one Hausa boy who used to live in the incomplete building my parents couldn't complete, so by the time the house construction project was completed, we had no option than incorporate Haruna, the Muslim into our household, we couldn't send him away because he had really secured the building for us when we couldn't complete it.

We got along pretty well in such a short time that we could also trust him with our secrets until one day something happened, an incidence that changed everything in our lives.

It was New Year eve, we were returning from the village when we met a crowd at the gate, everyone was in a pensive mood. Haruna had brought robbers to the house and carted away everything we left at home. The robbers escaped but the police managed to get hold of Haruna.

There he sat with handcuffs on his hands and legs, with face down and bloodshot eyes.

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