This is our story: GREEN EYES - by Eyitoluwase Soyinka

Remember how I told you this story was written, memorized and crafted five years ago.<del>I lied</del><del>It wasn't.</del> I HATE PEOPLE WHO THINK THEIR LIVES SHOULD BE RECORDED IN THEIR DIARIES.Diary entry: Three days before death<img src="/media/inline_insight_image/file_00000000cd7c81f4a2a3cd08938e0875.png"/> Present day( five years later)I stare at the lady before me.She has green eyes.The forest type. She's dressed in a lavender-coloured skirt suit. White gloves to top it off.I pause.White gloves.In the middle of summer.Red lipstick.Faint blush.Perfect waves cascading over her shoulders.Everything about her looks prim.She is beautiful, sure.But more than that, she looks like a woman determined to be seen that way.My mama used to say women only wore that much makeup for two reasons:To impress somebody.Or to hide something.I had a feeling the Reverend wasn't trying to impress anybody. "Detective," her Southern drawl is evident in the way she draws out the word. "I'm anchoring today's evening service... I wouldn't want to be late."I nod.Rev Brick, her father, passed on a year ago.His daughter is the acting Reverend... hell, I didn't know women could be church leaders."How many people attended your service last Sunday, Reverend?"She frowns."I'm not sure what that has to do with—""A lot of people trust you.""I'm very sure you've heard about the new piece of evidence we discovered concerning the case five years ago."I move to place the diary in front of her.She doesn't bat an eyelid.Interesting.I open the exact entry I want her to read."The victim wrote about you... quite extensively, I might add."I see her eye muscles tick.Ah.There it is.Some emotion."He wrote about me?"How dare he, her eyes say. I smile coldly."You were pregnant."She stares at me."Did you cheat on him?"She lets out a shrill laugh."Is this what the cops do now? Try to get up on who's sleeping with who?""Was sleeping with who," I correct her. "It's past tense."Recent investigations have led us to believe that the victim was murdered, not missing. The entries from his diary are enough evidence. He feared for his life." "Detective, I still don't understand why I'm here." "Hmm... you see, help me understand. Your boyfriend—""He was not my boyfriend," she says stiffly.I continue without dropping a beat."Your sleeping partner found out you were cheating on him and that you aborted his child. You're the Reverend's daughter. Such information coming to light would ruin your family. Your family would lose the church and be scorned. If I were you, I would go to any lengths to keep such information from coming out.""Well then... we thank the Good Lord that you aren't me, Detective. You're reading the scribblings of a madman. I married my husband a virgin, Detective, pure like our Blessed Mother Mary. I would not stand—sit here while you impuge my honour."I nod my head.So that's how she wants to play it."You see, your boyf—sleeping partner was also quite the detective."I slip across the table pictures of her entering the West Front Abortion Clinic.Her face goes white. "We checked with the clinic Reverend. The dates matched."She says nothing." The day you walked into West Front was the same day he wrote about finding out."Her jaw tightens." Five years later and the story still lines up."I lean forward." I just have one question Reverend, who was the other person you were messing around with" She opens her mouth to respond and I hold my hands up, pausing her "You might want to be honest with your answer... the Good Lord ain't a fan of liars." I see the detective looking at me, and I sigh.Fuck...that show lied.This isn't how you get away with murder.

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