"Thief thief thief" the angry mob kept on screaming as they chased after Nwafor.
“I'm not a thief!” Nwafor screamed back but he dare not stop running. He knew the moment the mob got to him, they would set him on fire even before he will be able to say a word. Jungle justice was well known in this part of the country, especially after the people found out that some corrupt officers always set the criminals free after they've been brought to the station by the people. So they all resorted to carrying out justice themselves rather than to give them to the police officers.
Nwafor kept on running as the mob kept on gaining on him. This morning when he was leaving the comfort of his room to go get bread down the street, he didn't know he would be signing up for some marathon race. Nwafor had seen the real thief. The man had ran past him with the speed of a cheetah. He noticed him and the man been chased had the same type of cloths on. It was the latest type of Ankara clothing that wizkid, a celebrity musician had worn in his latest music video so it was trending in the country. Almost every young wizkid fan had one of those, so Nwafor didn't find it strange that they both had the same type of cloths on. But about thirty seconds after the man ran past him, he saw the crowd charging towards him.
“Something wasn't right”. Nwafor thought to himself as he noticed they were all pointing towards him. Then it hit him. They had mistaken him for the thief simply because they both had the same type of clothing on. So Nwafor did what anyone who had lived in this part of this country for six months would do, he ran.
But Nwafor knew it won't be long before the angry mob caught up with him, so he ran towards the only place he knew the mob wouldn't follow, he ran towards the police station. And in as much as he knew he would be extorted by the police before he would regain his freedom, he preferred that than to be burnt to death for a crime he didn't commit. Heaven knows all he wanted was to get some bread.
