Six months after the death of her son, former board member and coordinator for Women Football in Nigeria, Aisha Falode has written the unknown assailant who killed her musician son, Toba ‘Tyler Fray’ Falode
Toba was a student at a university in Dubai and was allegedly murdered by a colleague who shared a girlfriend with him.
In the letter, Falode, a CAF Media Committee member wished the murderer spent his night dripping hot ‘sticky sweat of horror’
”Death came so close to me I can still feel its hot breath down my spine. Yet I see how helpless it has become for it cannot strike the same victim twice. Death is so uncanny, it takes a soul but it knows that the soul goes back to the Maker in peace, yet he is lucky because the person who wore its cloak, the person who struck the blow, the person who took breath which does not belong to him, becomes its 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.
”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.
”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.
”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?”
”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?
Parts of the letter read.
Macaulay C. Maduwuba
Creative Writer; Sports Writer. Above all, A Creative Intellectual. God is my Witness!
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