The evening is calm and darkness has swallowed the sun. The wind is gentle and that is a joy to me as the Atupa that is illuminating the shop produces a flame that dances seductively and dangerously close to extinction yet alive to cast it's light on the noodles business I am overseeing for my mother.
It was a slow day and so is business. Arike my friend had gone to hawk peppered ponmo for her mother so I am all alone with my thoughts. My name is Tinuade, a 16 year old girl. The only child of my mother, who never knew her father because my mother does not know him too. Anyway the story of my conception is so complex that I could not even tell it.
Although 16, I posses the body of an adult so attractive that uncle Thomas the mathematics teacher ogled at me one day till he walked into a pole. Letters of affection and requests for relationship flood my locker daily. Even some NYSC Corp Members attached to my school never fails to invite me to their house. Male antics are well known to me, thanks to my mother who drummed it into my head how unwanted pregnancy ruined her chance for a better life. She told me they would come with sweet tales of affection and boy, did they come?

As I reminisce the days event, someone covered my eyes from the back. I knew it was Brother Yemi our jovial neighbour. Brother Yemi a graduate who works at the bottling company is very free and well loved by everyone.
I have been expecting him. I smiled as he turn to sit beside me.

"How are you my wife" he asked

I giggled "I am fine bro Yemi"

"How was work" I added

"Work is fine"

Bro Yemi looked at me skeptically as he touched my chin then he asked "hope you are no longer angry with me"

I smiled and replied "it's okay, after all you have apologized"

"Should I bring your noodles to your room later?" I asked to reassure him that I am no longer angry.

"Yes, make it two eggs this time" bro Yemi said as he stood to leave.

He touched my cheek playfully and I held his hand against my cheek and smiled.
Bro Yemi is such a fine and attractive young man. Standing tall, one wonders why he does not have a woman in his life.
After he left, I fired on the stove, prepared his noodles and fried the eggs the way he likes it with lot of pepper; packaged it, quenched the Atupa and advanced to bro Yemi's room in the face to face house that he shares with my mother and numerous other tenants.

I entered into his room quickly without knocking to avoid being detected by the neighbours. He beamed with smiles and hugged me tightly. I handed the noodles to him as I sat beside him.

"Bro Yemi please can I use your phone to Google an assignment we were given today at school?" I pleaded

"Of course Tinuade, you are my girl now and a good girl who knows what's up" he said as he handed over the phone to me.

He opened the noodles and starts eating while I type on his phone. Halfway into the food he coughed, I handed over a sachet of pure water to him and I began to type frantically on his phone.

Not quite long, bro Yemi grabbed his stomach and began to groan in pain, I quickly walked towards his sound system, increased the volume and then crossed over to him.

I crouched low, looked into bro Yemi's eyes as he grows increasingly weak and his pains intensify, I raised his chin and began to speak as tears stream down my face.
"Do you remember what you did to me last month? Of course you remember. You were the hunter and I was the prey. You took advantage of my innocence and robbed me of my hymen. You raped me and begged me with promise of money and a phone not to cry or tell my mother. Yemi! Can money or phone equate the pain you gave to me and my virginity that you stole? Oh you thought you won right? No I won. Inside your noodles is a potent poison that is currently ripping apart your internal organs. No do not bother to scream as you won't find the voice to. I have composed a well written suicide note for you explaining how you are tired of this life and want to tap out."

Bro Yemi's eyes revealed real fear as he realises the implications of what I just said. He struggled to get up but his feet couldn't find the strength as blood oozes from his nose. I brought out the bottle of sniper and place it beside his food, I hit send on the phone to deliver the suicide note to his Facebook wall. As I closed his door careful not be seen, Bro Yemi breathed his last and I felt a weight lifted off my shoulder. He had stolen my virginity and ruined my life, and I have stolen his life and gave him a quick passage to hell. Trade by barter.

Now this one dedicated to the girls them with the angel face and the devil heart
You know say Ragamuffin Chaka Demus and youth called Pliers Come to deal with the case
Step up my youth, Hear this!

I know this little girl, her name is djmax
Her beauty is like a bunch of rose
If I ever tell you about djmax
You only say I don't know what I know
Murder she wrote (for real, for real)
Murder she wrote
Murder she wrote
Murder she wrote