Leke had vanished. For three days now, I got to hear the annoying, high pitched voice which announced that his phone was off. He wasn’t at the church, neither was he at Pastor Remi’s. He hadn’t spoken to his siblings in six weeks. His mother suspected nothing when I asked if he had called her to say hello, instead she began to talk about grandchildren.
I focused on calling Leke’s phone every ten minutes.
On the evening of the third day of his disappearance, Abigail drove me to the police station and we filed a missing person’s report...
