Fr.Richard adopted me when I lost my dad.
He took me as his own and sponsored my education.
I was 7 when he took me in.
When I was 13, I noticed this strange feelings in him.
He was buying a lot of good things to me. He would take me with him anytime he wants to go to any occasion.
On Sundays, he will take me to Mr Biggs for ice cream and pop corn.
I will be enjoying myself because of this life.
At night, he wouldn't let me be. He will say to me, " Don't tell anyone about this. I will buy ice cream for you".
The pains was much on me. I couldn't open up until I planned to put an end to this.
That faithful morning, he couldn't open the door as people were knocking.
The door was pushed with great force by the gateman.
Father Richard was lying dead on his bed. That morning, no morning mass was held in our parish.
At his burial, I smiled while pouring my own part of sand from the shovel into his grave.
I know that the rat poison did a great job in putting an end to this immoral act of