NDONIYAMANZI

Another boring day at work, to be honest being anti-social is not okay. I really need someone who I can call a friend but I’m too shy to the extent of I rather live alone and read books instead of making friends.

But the stories I hear from people about fake friends who ruin other people’s lives makes me even more scared to make friends because I have fear of being betrayed, I’m too fragile. I unlocked the door and get inside the house, I throw myself at the couch, I’m so tired. I don’t even want to do anything right now, I don’t like the work I am doing right now because it requires me to be social while I am reserved, I only braid and do not talk much but at least it is for a short while until I get my dream job.

Anyways my name is Ndoniyamanzi Biyela, 23 years of age dark skinned and shy, that’s all you need to know about me. I don’t feel too good today, it’s not because of the tiredness or anything. Something is going to happen.

BUCHULE

Finally the bloody guard is sleeping, I thought that this thing is fake. It’s my time to escape, I have some targets that I still need to kill. They thought that I will be locked up forever but it didn’t happen.

The tiger is out and I’m about to spill more blood, they better watch. Back to what I am doing, I open the gate and run like there is no tomorrow, I hear the sounds of the alarms poor them it’s too late, they will never catch me. I continue running until I arrive in a forest and hide there for a little while.

For sure they have alerted everyone about me escaping but they are just wasting their time because I am already out and I am about to continue my mission, killing to me is like a hobby I love doing it. I get satisfied, I don’t even have regrets. Sorry but you can’t blame me, blame the person who raised me.

Buchule, that’s my name. As for the surname I rather not say it, I hate it now. Anyways I did not think of a hiding place after escaping, I’m thinking of going back to my house but then no that is the first place they are going to search, damn I am hearing the sirens. That must be the bloody cops, I continue hiding behind the long trees I don’t know until when.