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WHEN I KIDNAPPED MYSELF, AND send a ransom demand to my scumbag father, I did not expect he’d pay.

But guess he did!

I am now happy in my new home away from home; a high-rise apartment building I bought with the ransom.

Occasionally, I tune in to home TV stations and see my picture on the screens: ‘Melissa Young Aluoch, daughter of the media mogul and entrepreneur, Wilson Aluoch, is still missing despite the twenty million shillings’ ransom being paid …’ says the newscaster.

With an abusive father, in all senses of the word, 20 years, I walked out last month. No one would have guessed, even my oh-so subservient mother, that the decision I had made was a decision too late. She never listened to me anyway.

Now, I am a citizen of another country, I am not gonna say which one for security reasons, with a new life and identity.

They call me Samantha Williams over here.

The Birthday Killer

When you lose someone you love, a part of you is lost. I have seen it in my short illustrious career in the police’s Special Crimes Unit. Every time I tell someone that their lover, spouse, child, or parent is dead, I watch them shatter before me. Some of them vent their anger on me, or on the police, the government. In another life, I must have been the Angel of Sorrow.

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