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I blinked as I regained consciousness. I had hit my head hard, or had someone hit me? Then I realised I was holding a bloody knife in my hand.

It was a dark Sunday night, he came as usual
At first I felt it was because of fried yam that why I am seeing him again in my mind have concluded am not gonna let him say a word.

He sat quietly staring like fried beans cake, no word, no movement not even a single shake, for about 2 hours there was silence in the room. too me I have nothing to say after a while I scream and said " if you know you have nothing to say please take your leave ".
He stood and a gave a scary smile...