BY: Dan Phale*
It is said that sometimes too much is poisonous. In the like wisdom, it is believed that too much love can kill… This is a story of two brothers, James and Nickson, whereas the former is a commercial vegetable farmer and the latter is a vegetables retailer. Unlike his brother, Nickson lived at the hub of a rural development center.
It happened that two days ago James woke up in the dawn hours… He decided to go to his vegetables garden which lies along the fertile valley of a stream which runs across the village. He picked a pangaknife and a water cane, and started off… Such an early rising was not only aimed at watering the vegetables plants, but also to sell the vegetables on wholesale to some business persons… Almost at the same hour, Nickson rose up to purchase vegetables from his brother, by firstly proceeding to wake up his brother so they they would go together to the garden.
As he was walking along the earth road which also leads to the nearest rural development center, he saw a person riding on a bicycle from the opposite direction. Of course, James was unable to identify the rider; neither was his brother Nickson because the atmosphere was still dark… James quickly recalled the rumours which have always come from his friends that his wife has an affair with a certain primary school teacher. Such an unconfirmed facts indicate that the yet-to-be identified man rides on the bicycle when going to have adulterous coitus with his wife in the dawn hours when he is in the garden. What a coincidence…!
“I have always dedicated my time to tirelessly work for the welfare of my family, including my only wife,” James murmured… And in the heat of passion he blocked the passage for the oncoming cyclist.
Nickson felt a grip of fear rising up his neurons when he realised that his passage was suddenly blocked by an unidentified person. He attempted to make a sharp diversion, but he could not manage. And in a fraction of one second, James released his pangaknife, hacking the innocent Nickson on the head… As Nickson fell down, James continued to severely assault him until he fainted.
Later on some passersby found Nickson, lying down in a blood pool, subconscious. They took him to the hospital for medical attention. As soon as he regained consciousness, he narrated the ordeal. Lastly people sent a message to his brother, James, through police about the issue.
James visited his wounded brother in the male ward… And it was at this point in time when the jealous James realised that he had punished an innocent person who, particularly, is his biological brother.
“My brother,” James said, adding, “I‘m very much sorry for what I‘ve done to you all because of a mistaken identity.”
“Whose identity did you mistake mine for?” Nickson forced words out of his mouth, wincing in great pains.
At his question, James briefly outlined, “I have been regularly told that a certain primary school teacher is going out with my wife… But you are not a teacher. This is why I’m saying that I mistook your identity… I humbly beg you, my dear brother to forgive me.”
A strong constant affection, and warm attachment of one’s heart and/or life to another person is love. But surely, some levels of love are so horrific that one can kill another person out of jealousy… So we need to exercise self caution and restraint.