These evolving taboos highlight a critical intersection with human rights. Over the years, our world has seen many changes, and for us to have a new civilization, it means that certain practices will be introduced into our ecosystem, sponsored by the desire to see human beings express the freedom and liberties of fundamental human rights. This statement leads us to a series of questions: are fundamental human rights infinite? Is it a depth that every generation will have to dig for themselves and come out with what their own fundamental human rights will be? As societies progress, they continuously balance between preserving certain taboos and expanding human rights. This tension is evident in ongoing debates about various issues, including gender identity, reproductive rights, and freedom of expression. The push for broader human rights often encounters resistance from those who view certain behaviours as fundamentally taboo.

The concept of infinite human rights suggests that there is always room for growth in our understanding of what rights are necessary to protect human dignity and freedom. This idea naturally creates tension between maintaining traditional taboos and advocating for expanded rights. Taboos often serve to preserve social order and cultural norms, but they can also restrict individual freedoms and perpetuate inequality.

Indeed, each generation faces the challenge of defining and redefining what fundamental human rights mean within their context. As societal values (sexual and reproductive rights),, technological advancements (the use of Artificial Intelligence (AI), bioethics and genetic modification, and cultural dynamics shift, new interpretations of human rights emerge. For instance, the concept of digital privacy has become a significant human rights issue in the 21st century, reflecting the technological landscape that previous generations did not have to consider. This ongoing process underscores that while some core human rights principles remain constant, such as the right to life and freedom from torture, the application and scope of these rights evolve with each generation’s unique challenges and perspectives.

We know too well that the laws of nations are made and enacted with due respect to fundamental human rights as an underlying foundation and a supervisor to what qualifies as profitable to citizens of that nation. Humans continue to improve and discover new and uncharted layers of the possibilities of our species, even our mental abilities, and every once in a while, we come out with these discoveries to layer them upon the existing fundamental human rights. This process has reconstructed the laws of many nations in the world, and the nations that objectify are faced with sanctions.

The tension between maintaining traditional taboos and advocating for expanded human rights emphasises the ongoing struggle to balance societal norms with individual freedoms. Reflecting on the broader implications, challenging taboos is not merely about redefining what is socially acceptable; it is about advancing human rights and social progress. By questioning and dismantling restrictive taboos, we create space for a more inclusive and just society where all individuals can exercise their rights and freedoms without fear of discrimination or repression.

The relationship between taboos and human rights is proof of the ever-changing landscape of human society, where progress is measured not only by our adherence to tradition but by our willingness to challenge it in the pursuit of a more equitable world. As we consider the future, the question arises: How will our understanding of human rights and societal norms continue to evolve, and what new taboos will emerge or be dismantled in the process?

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Consider the example of LGBTQ+ rights. The taboo surrounding LGBTQ+ issues has deep historical roots, often intertwined with religious and cultural beliefs. In many ancient societies, such as Greece and Rome, same-sex relationships were accepted or even celebrated in certain contexts. However, with the rise of Abrahamic religions – Judaism, Christianity, and Islam – sexuality became heavily regulated by religious doctrine. In the Bible, it is explicitly forbidden for people of the same gender to engage in sexual relationships, with such acts labeled as abominations in passages such as Leviticus 18:22 and Romans 1:26–27. These religious texts laid the foundation for viewing same-sex relationships as sinful or abominable, a perspective that was adopted and enforced by various societies throughout history. The Middle Ages saw the persecution of homosexuals under the guise of religious and moral righteousness, with severe punishments given to those who deviated from heterosexual norms.

Yet, contemporary society has seen a significant shift in attitudes toward LGBTQ+ individuals, with many countries and communities embracing them with open arms. This change has largely been driven by advocacy from prominent individuals and organizations, as well as broader societal movements towards inclusivity and human rights. The perception of LGBTQ+ individuals began to shift during the Enlightenment and the subsequent development of human rights ideologies in the 18th and 19th centuries. However, significant progress did not occur until the mid-20th century, when the LGBTQ+ rights movement gained momentum. Events such as the Stonewall Riots of 1969 marked a pivotal moment in the fight for LGBTQ+ equality, catalyzing activism and advocacy. Over the decades, the decriminalization of homosexuality, the legalization of same-sex marriage, and increased visibility and representation of LGBTQ+ individuals in media and politics have contributed to a gradual shift in societal attitudes. Despite these advancements, the taboo persists in many cultures and communities, reflecting built-in prejudices and resistance to change.

The taboo against LGBTQ+ individuals has had profound and often detrimental effects on society. It has perpetuated discrimination, violence, and social ostracism, leading to significant psychological and emotional harm for many LGBTQ+ individuals. The stigma associated with being LGBTQ+ has resulted in higher rates of mental health issues, including depression and anxiety, as well as increased risk of suicide.

While I am heterosexual and do not have personal stories of bias and discrimination against me because of my sexuality, as my sexual orientation is considered the norm and the other, a taboo, I have read numerous accounts and stories of people who have fought to be accepted. Literary works such as “On Ajayi Crowther Street” by Elnathan John and Alaba Onajin, “The Hairdresser of Harare” by Tendai Huchu, and others continually use their narratives to bridge the gap between what society deems a taboo and what should be accepted.

I am Woman

Another significant shift in societal taboos pertains to female sexuality. The taboo surrounding female sexuality has deep roots in patriarchal structures and religious doctrines that have dominated societies for centuries. Historically, it was a taboo for women to openly discuss their sexual preferences or desires and women’s sexuality was heavily controlled and suppressed to maintain social order and reinforce male dominance. Expressing such matters publicly was often met with scorn and shame. Religious doctrines, particularly within the Abrahamic faiths, have significantly influenced this taboo. Biblical passages, for example, emphasize female purity and submissiveness, often condemning sexual expression outside the confines of marriage. The story of Eve in the Garden of Eden has been used to perpetuate the notion of women as inherently sinful and seductive, thus necessitating stringent control over their sexual behaviour. The story of Tamar in the book of 1 Samuel 13 who was raped by her half brother, Amnon and had to live in confinement for the rest of her life because of the shame likewise remains a stark illustration of society’s enduring stigma toward such atrocity.

The sexual revolution of the 1960s and 1970s marked a significant turning point in the perception of female sexuality. Feminist movements began to challenge these oppressive norms, advocating for women’s sexual autonomy and rights. Influential works, such as Simone de Beauvoir’s “The Second Sex” and Betty Friedan’s “The Feminine Mystique,” critiqued traditional roles and expectations imposed on women, championing sexual liberation and equality. Despite these strides, the taboo surrounding female sexuality persists. Women who openly express their sexual desires or engage in behaviour deemed “promiscuous” often face societal backlash and judgment. However, contemporary movements, such as #MeToo, have furthered the conversation about female sexual autonomy, consent, and the right to speak openly about one’s sexual experiences.

The suppression of female sexuality has had far-reaching implications for both individual women and society as a whole. It has perpetuated gender inequality, limited women’s ability to make informed choices about their bodies, and contributed to a culture of silence around issues such as sexual assault and reproductive rights. Women have been conditioned to view their sexuality through the lens of shame and guilt, leading to myriad psychological and social issues.

In Africa, the taboo around female sexuality is particularly pronounced. Many women are embarrassed to speak about sex and sex education. A young girl is often only told that she’ll get pregnant if a man touches her, with the details and specifics conspicuously left out. This lack of comprehensive sex education leaves women oblivious and unaware of what to expect in a sexual relationship.

Growing up, I was surrounded by a culture that discouraged open discussions about sex. The few bits of information I received were shrouded in warnings and prohibitions rather than education. Warnings like, “don’t let a boy touch you or you’ll get pregnant” were often echoed. This lack of open dialogue and education left me, like many other women, to navigate the complexities of sexual relationships on my own, often leading to confusion and misconceptions.

During a conversation with a friend, I realized just how pervasive this silence was. My friend shared similar experiences of being left in the dark about sex, forced to rely on fragmented and often misleading information from non-authoritative sources. This was also poignantly illustrated in Ayobami Adebayo’s novel “Stay With Me,” where the character Yejide struggles with the consequences of such ignorance. Our mothers, products of the same culture of silence, had never felt empowered to break the cycle and educate us openly.

However, in contemporary society, women are increasingly unapologetic about their sexuality, advocating for their right to pleasure without fear of societal retribution. This shift reflects broader changes in attitudes towards gender equality and personal freedom. This raises the question: what are the indices for measuring what constitutes a taboo, and how do these indices change over time?

It has earlier been established that historically, religious texts such as the Bible served as primary guides for defining taboos. However, as societies evolve, the basis for these moral and ethical standards can shift. If the Bible once determined what was considered an abomination, have we now moved away from religious texts as our primary guide to something else? The increasing acceptance of homosexuality, once deemed taboo, illustrates how societal values can transform. This transformation is often attributed to the passage of time, changes in cultural attitudes, and the influence of social and political movements.

Reality Check

One term often invoked in discussions about changing societal norms is “wokeness,” referring to heightened awareness and advocacy for social justice issues. This concept has played a significant role in challenging and redefining what society considers acceptable or taboo. However, this raises further questions: if societal acceptance of formerly taboo subjects like homosexuality can change, what does this mean for other contentious issues, such as pedophilia? This is because campaigns and advocacy for pedophiles are gaining attention in the media space. It is perplexing to imagine why anyone would advocate for the normalization of child sexual abuse. Even so, there are organizations that campaign against the stigmatization of individuals with pedophilic tendencies, distinguishing them from those who commit sexual offenses against children. These organizations include: Newgon Organization, which is an online group that advocates for “pedophile rights,” and circulates accounts justifying child molestation; IPCE (formerly International Pedophile and Child Emancipation, changed its name in 1998 for public relations reasons), founded in the early 1990s. As of 2005, it had 79 members in 20 countries; The North American Man/Boy Love Association (NAMBLA) is a pedophile organization that advocates adult sexual behaviour with male children, among others.

Pedophilia, defined as sexual attraction to prepubescent children, is currently and rightfully condemned as inhumane and abusive. The protection of minors is a cornerstone of both legal and ethical standards globally. Yet, the comparison with homosexuality prompts a provocative inquiry: if one taboo can be reconsidered, does this open the door to potentially harmful behaviours being reclassified as acceptable under the guise of changing norms? The distinction lies in the inherent harm and lack of consent involved in pedophilia. Unlike consensual relationships between adults, pedophilia involves exploitation and abuse of minors, who are incapable of giving informed consent. Therefore, it is crucial to uphold a clear boundary that protects the vulnerable, distinguishing between evolving social norms and fundamental ethical principles.

Another disputable issue that might evolve from the confines of being a taboo is incest which is a sexual relationship between family members or close relatives, typically related by blood. For aeons and across cultures, incest has been a deeply entrenched taboo, associated with moral, ethical, and genetic concerns. However, as society continues to explore and challenge the boundaries of human rights, there could be movements advocating for the de-stigmatization of consensual incestuous relationships.

While the idea of advocating for incest is deeply unsettling to many, it highlights the complex interplay between evolving societal norms and the concept of infinite human rights. Just as advocacy for LGBTQ+ rights has transformed societal views on homosexuality, future generations might grapple with the legitimacy and ethical implications of other taboo behaviours.

Although we may think that a contentious subject like pedophilia must remain a taboo, with enough people talking about and advocating for it, we just might see a shift in perspective towards acceptance. Afterall, people are encouraged to identify as anything and do whatever makes them happy. Hence, one could come up with the argument that attraction to a child makes them happy. Are we going to fault their choice of “happiness” or eventually give them the free reign to find peace in that choice irrespective of the danger that it poses to the natural order of things?

Stay with me for the concluding part of this essay!

Taboos are those silent constraints that shape our lives, and often surface from the interplay of religious and social norms. These rules that are barely spoken about define the confines of acceptable behaviour, which reflects the innermost fears and values of a society. From the practices that we avoid to the topics we dare not discuss, taboos create a complex network of restrictions that dictate most of our actions and thoughts. While religious taboos are typically straightforward, rooted in doctrinal teachings and holy texts, social taboos change and adapt in response to cultural trends, posing a web of unspoken rules that vary across different societies, civilisations and eras.

Hence the question, what makes a taboo, a taboo?

Is it simply the collective understanding of society, or do these restrictions stem from something more profound? Historically, religious doctrines have laid the foundation for many taboos, their influence penetrates deeply into social values and everyday practices. The dietary laws in Judaism, the condemnation of alcohol in Islam, the scorning of homosexuality in Christianity, and the countless purity rituals in Hinduism are examples of how religious beliefs can determine what is considered forbidden or sacred. This intertwining values between religion and society suggests that what we consider forbidden is not innate but constructed, shaped by the moral compass of the time.

However, social taboos, unlike their religious counterparts, are more flexible and are more affected by change. They are often born out of cultural, economic, and political circumstances, which reflects the evolving norms and ethics of a community. For example, the attitude toward interracial marriage was once heavily stigmatized in many parts of the world but has undergone significant transformation as societies have progressed towards more inclusivity and equality. In a similar vein, the shift in perception regarding LGBTQ+ rights shows how social taboos can be taken apart through advocacy and changing public sentiment.

In this piece, I will attempt to explore some aspects of taboos, examining their origins, pointers, and the authority that challenge them. Through a blend of historical analysis, theoretical examination, and personal reflection, this essay will probe the larger significance of understanding and challenging taboos, particularly in relation to human rights and social progress. Ultimately, this exploration will highlight the tension between maintaining societal norms and advocating for a more inclusive, understanding, and liberal world.

Taboos are practices that are forbidden, restricted or even controversial, shaped by religious or cultural customs. The boundaries of this statement has seen and experienced expansion beyond measure because not only are taboos shaped by religious and cultural customs, taboos are also shaped and determined by the folding away of time, the desire of humans for diversity and ultimately the interest of people that is either distilled through the lens of knowledge, ignorance, pleasure, pain or disgust.

How long can something be called a taboo before it no longer is?

Most of us have come to know certain taboos because the generations before us called it so. We didn’t get the chance to examine by ourselves if these things should indeed be taboos. We call taboos what they are because we grew up to know them as such. Another majority of us are influenced by the dominant religions in our region which dictates what we can and can not do.

At its core, a taboo is a social or cultural prohibition against certain actions, words, or thoughts that are deemed inappropriate or unacceptable. The power of a taboo lies in the unified adherence to its boundaries; it is a rule that is upheld because society as a whole agrees, either explicitly or implicitly, to honour it. With their strength, ensuring compliance often through mechanisms of social sanction and stigma, this collective agreement imbues taboos. The fear of ostracism or punishment keeps individuals within the prescribed norms, maintaining the taboo across generations.

Religion is inarguably one of the most influential tools in shaping people and cultures, whether we acknowledge it or not. The interesting aspect of this influence is that it often occurs unconsciously. When we examine taboos from a religious standpoint, their origins and functions become clearer. Religious taboos are typically well-defined and codified within sacred texts and doctrines. They are presented as divine commandments or moral essentials, often linked to the larger cosmological and ethical frameworks of the religion. Since the early days of colonial America, religious texts, particularly the Bible, have played a foundational role in establishing law and order in society.

During the 17th and 18th centuries, when European settlers arrived in North America, they brought with them a deep-seated reliance on religious doctrine to guide their communities. For instance, the Puritans, who settled in New England in the early 1600s, sought to create a “city upon a hill” based on their interpretation of biblical principles. The Massachusetts Bay Colony, founded in 1630, was heavily influenced by Puritan beliefs, which were enshrined in both religious practice and civil law.

The content of the Bible gradually seeped into the legal and moral structure of these early American societies. This influence is evident in the formulation of many of our human rights, moral judgments, and societal taboos. A prominent example is the Ten Commandments from the book of Exodus, where God himself gave the Israelites a set of rules to live by. These commandments – prohibiting murder, theft, adultery, bearing false witness, and coveting – have parallels in modern legal and ethical standards.

Even as the colonies grew and evolved into the United States, the foundational influence of these religious tenets remained. The Declaration of Independence, penned in 1776, reflects Enlightenment ideas but also echoes religious principles by invoking the “Laws of Nature and of Nature’s God.” This interweaving of religious doctrine and civic duty laid the groundwork for a moral and legal code that continues to resonate in contemporary society.

Thou shall not Kill

Many of the rules contained in the Ten Commandments are still applicable today, underlining how deeply ingrained these ancient religious texts are in our modern conception of right and wrong. For instance, laws against murder and theft, the emphasis on truthfulness in legal proceedings, and societal expectations of fidelity in marriage all find roots in these early religious commandments.

The influence of these biblical laws was not confined to Europe and America; they were also brought to Africa through the process of colonialism. When European powers colonized Africa in the late 19th and early 20th centuries, they imposed their legal and moral systems on the colonized societies. Missionaries played a crucial role in this process, spreading Christianity and its associated moral values across the continent.

In Nigeria, for example, British colonialists and missionaries introduced Christian doctrines that profoundly altered indigenous practices and beliefs. One such practice was the killing of twins, which was prevalent among certain ethnic groups, particularly in the southeastern region of Nigeria. Twins were often regarded as omens of evil, and it was a common practice to kill them to ward off misfortune.

The introduction of Christian values through missionary work challenged this practice by categorizing it as a grave moral and ethical wrong. Influential missionaries like Mary Slessor, who worked in Nigeria during the late 19th and early 20th centuries, campaigned tirelessly against the killing of twins. Slessor’s efforts, backed by the moral authority of Christian doctrine, helped to abolish this practice. She and other missionaries convinced local communities that the practice was barbaric and against the teachings of the Bible, effectively making it a taboo.

Religious values frequently influence social norms, creating a complex interplay between sacred and secular taboos. Consider the case of sexuality: in many societies, religious doctrines have shaped attitudes towards sexual behaviour, delineating what is considered morally acceptable. Christianity, for instance, has traditionally held conservative views on premarital sex, homosexuality, and other expressions of sexuality, framing them as sins. These religious prohibitions often seep into the social sphere, manifesting as widespread taboos that persist even in secular contexts.

While certain taboos, such as murder, are universally clear-cut and unequivocally unacceptable, others are far more contentious and subject to change. Historically, many societal norms and taboos have been deeply influenced by religious practices, which have been generally accepted within a social context. However, this acceptance is not universal, and some taboos have sparked significant debate and transformation over time.

Stay tuned for the gripping sequel to this piece!

UKNOWN

Saturday; 14th June, 2025

8:20pm

What am I supposed to do now? She shouldn’t have struggled. I should take the next flight out of town. No! I will not run, I did the right thing…I was only trying to help, and now they’re on my trail. God! Relax. Breathe. I have done as it was commanded, glory awaits.

EBI

Saturday; 14th June, 2025

7hrs earlier

The past month has been filled with extremely distressing events, so I eagerly seize any opportunity to escape from my job and life lately. This is why as exhausted as I am from yesterday’s work, I’m excitedly driving to Saturday Lunch, a tradition with Dinma and Lanre that go way back. It’s the only time we get to unwind, unburden and just bond. Honestly, it’s always the highlight of my week. It was during one of these brunches that Dinma finally confided in us about her breakup with her boyfriend. In all honesty, it didn’t come as a big surprise because the writing was on the wall. Lanre and I had sensed something wasn’t right for a while. He seemed uncomfortable with Dinma’s success, and we tried to make her see it, but love can be blinding. It wasn’t until he audaciously asked her to quit her job so he could be the “sole provider” that she saw through his facade.

I’m really looking forward to catching up with Lanre and filling him in on all the details about what happened at the office after he had to leave due to his migraine yesterday. We had spent the whole week investigating clues and reviewing the notes we gathered from the other murder cases, so it was only right for him to take a break.

That day, after we left Lilian’s place and tried to shake off Lanre’s intense pursuit, we got back to the station with a real sense of disappointment. It was like we’d missed a golden chance to crack the case wide open. Little did we have a clue about the surprises the next day had in store for us.

Me, Lanre, D.I Latif, and a handful of others dedicated to the case were engrossed in our discussion, going over some things when all of a sudden, we heard a ruckus outside our office. It seemed like the policemen stationed there were giving someone a hard time. So, we rushed out to see what the commotion was all about.

One officer was accusing a man, whose face we couldn’t see because he had his backpack to us.

“So na you kill the girl ahbi? Don’t worry, we go lock you for here you no go ever see sunlight.”

Another policeman was holding the man, who was pleading with fear in his voice, trying to wriggle out of the cop’s grip. “No sir…please sir. I didn’t kill anybody.”

Lanre, being the quick-acting guy he was, stepped in to break it up. It was only when he positioned himself between the officers and the accused, that he recognized the identity of the man. It was none other than Mr. Felix, the Music Director from his own church.

“Leave him alone! I know this man, and I can vouch that he would never be involved in such a crime!” Lanre yelled, demanding the police officers to release Mr. Felix. He took him into our office, and I trailed behind, utterly bewildered, wondering what the heck was going on.

After the dust settled, Lanre leaned closer to Mr. Felix, who sat there looking a bit at ease, and in a soft, almost cautious tone, he asked the burning question: “What really went down?” Mr. Felix, with a hint of vulnerability, then opened up about a well-kept secret he’d been harbouring – an affair with the now-deceased Lilian. This revelation came with the weight of knowing he was a married man and a respected figure in the church community. Exposing this secret would have been a colossal embarrassment.

He recounted the day he visited Lilian’s place as usual, only to be taken aback by the sight of crime scene tape and an unfamiliar vehicle. Curiosity got the best of him, prompting him to sneak a peek. It was precisely at that moment that both Lanre and I stumbled upon him. Filled with anxiety, he hurriedly retreated, fearing potential trouble with the authorities, completely unaware of Lilian’s tragic fate.

It wasn’t until he left her apartment that day that another church member delivered the shocking news. Fearing unjust suspicion and public disgrace, he chose to cooperate with the police and provide a statement. However, things took an unexpected turn when he disclosed his affair to the officers outside, leading to unwarranted scrutiny and harassment.

Oh, it turned out that this shadow person wasn’t the key player we’d been looking for all along. This surprising revelation set us back a bit, and I couldn’t help but let out a sigh of annoyance as Mr. Felix shared his story with Lanre. It meant we had to roll up our sleeves and dig deeper to uncover who was really behind all of this.

As the week went on, we found ourselves engrossed in the task of comparing the enigmatic notes left behind at the murder scenes, searching for that slippery red herring.

Emem, a petite but sharp-witted member of our team, voiced her thoughts with a furrowed brow, “These notes from The Zealot are like puzzle pieces that just don’t seem to fit together. I have a feeling he’s relishing our confusion,” she mused, her gaze fixated on the Bible verses scrawled on the board.

Matthew 5:29: “For if your eye – even your good eye causes you to lust, gouge it out and throw it away. You should lose one part of your body than for your whole body to be thrown into hell.”

Matthew 5:30: “And if your hand – even your stronger hand causes you to sin, cut it off and throw it away. You should lose one part of your body than for your whole body to be thrown into hell.”

Matthew 5:48: “But you are to be perfect, even as your Father in heaven is perfect.”

Lanre, picking up where Emem left off, scratched his head in perplexity. “There was a pattern, until now. We can see the connection between verses 29 and 30, but what about 48? It’s as if we’ve hit a dead end…” He rubbed his temples, visibly frustrated, then excused himself, citing a pounding headache. I walked him to his car, offering a quick hug, and returned to the office to rejoin the others.

And then it hit me, like a bolt of lightning.

“Eureka!” I cried out with an almost childlike glee.

“’If your eyes lead you to sin, gouge them out, and the same goes for your hands. It’s better to lose a part of your body than to face damnation.” I felt the adrenaline rush as I built upon his insight,

“What if the first two victims sinned with those specific body parts? The Zealot could be twisted enough to think he’s ‘saving’ them.” A triumphant grin spread across my face.

D.I. Latif and the rest of the team were now thoroughly captivated by my theory.

“Imagine the first victim lusting with his eyes, and the second one committing sinful acts with his hands,” I speculated with a smile, “it’s like the pieces are finally falling into place. Brilliant, isn’t it?”

Detective Inspector Latif’s face lit up with admiration, and with a knowing nod, he urged us to return to Lilian’s residence for one last visit. With the puzzle pieces falling into place and a clear path to follow, revisiting the house held the promise of answers.Returning to the scene seemed like the right call. As we combed through the familiar surroundings, Emem’s sharp eyes uncovered a hidden cuff link, lying inconspicuously on the kitchen floor. Its gleaming silver color blended so seamlessly with the floor tiles, it was almost as if it had been waiting patiently to be found.

The excitement of this new finding fills me with anticipation; I can hardly wait to share it with Lanre.

I arrive at the restaurant Dinma chose for this Saturday’s lunch, As I step in, I feel a sense of comfort and charm wash over me. The wooden beams above give the place a cozy vibe, and the soft jazz in the background adds to the relaxed mood. The walls are like an art gallery, with a mix of colorful paintings and old photos, giving the place a unique character. The tables are set up with white tablecloths, creating an inviting space to enjoy a meal. Dinma has this incredible knack for discovering those secret, hidden places you never even knew were out there. We always joke that if she ever decides to ditch her 9 to 5 job, she’d be a natural as a travel blogger.

I spot Lanre and Dinma, nestled in the restaurant’s cozy corner, sharing a heartfelt, infectious laughter. My heart warms as I realize the depth of my affection for them.

With a bright smile, I eagerly join them, sliding into a seat beside Lanre. “What’s so amusing?” I ask.

“We were just discussing how you were convinced there was a murderer at that girl’s house last Wednesday. I wish I could have witnessed your pursuit.” Dinma says, barely able to contain her laughter.

“You’re laughing because you’ve never come face to face with a serial killer na” I say defensively.

I playfully scold Lanre, feigning annoyance. “Lanre, you can’t keep a secret to save your life.”

“The menu’s offerings are so tempting that I can practically feel my stomach growling,” I admit with a smile as I glance over the options. In her peculiar fashion, Dinma makes some culinary recommendations, and without hesitation, we follow her lead – her persuasive power in such matters is undeniable.

As we eagerly await our meal, I take the opportunity to catch Lanre up on the events at the office the previous day since he left. He looks utterly stunned by my tale, and even Dinma seems captivated by the intriguing aspects of the case, particularly the Zealot’s religious tactics.

As I share my optimism with Lanre about the potential for a breakthrough in the case, he winces in obvious pain. He confides in me that the migraine he experienced the previous day has returned and that it has been bothering him for a while.

“Try some water; I’ve heard it can work wonders for headaches, sometimes even better than painkillers,” I suggest, passing him the water bottle on the table.

The food, as it arrives, looks delectable, but Lanre, unfortunately, declines to eat due to the escalating headache and the need to leave. I try my best to persuade him to stay, as I had been looking forward to spending time with both of them, but he insists on his departure. With goodbyes exchanged, Dinma offers him a friendly hand squeeze, and Lanre plants a quick, affectionate peck on my cheek before promising to continue our conversation over the phone. My eyes linger on him as he exits the restaurant’s door.

EBI

11th June, 2025

9:15am

Lanre paces anxiously by the station entrance, his face glistening with moisture, making it difficult to discern whether it’s sweat or remnants of the recent rain. I know he’s waiting for me because of the nine times he has called between the drive from my house at River Park to the City’s Centre. He’s been the most affected by these murders as it turns out the victims have all been members of his church.

I met Lanre in Law school and while I wish that our encounter was something straight out of a romantic comedy, that fate led us to collide, books scattered like confetti, and as we both reach to retrieve them, our gazes lock in a spellbinding embrace of love, it was quite the opposite. The truth is, I initiated our friendship. I approached him because his personality intrigued me. Lanre isn’t the most outgoing person but he exudes an air of calm and reserve. His appeal is not the kind that strikes you at first glance; instead, it grows on you like an abandoned song on your playlist, becoming infectious with every listen. He has the brightest smile I’ve ever seen and a soft, reassuring voice. His hugs are like a safe haven, instantly putting you at ease. But what really defines him is his unwavering love for people, a deep compassion that drives him to help others, even in the most challenging times.

So, when I saw him seating alone at the cafeteria one Tuesday afternoon, I approached him and the rest they say is a long, boring, history class.

He’s one of my best friends, and while there were moments when we wondered about something more, it never happened. Now, with the clarity of age and purpose, there’s a chance we might give it another shot or there has to be another reason for the invisible sparks that fly around when we’re together and the way my heart beats in an unusual rhythm when he smiles at me.

The sudden taps on my front window startle me, pulling me away from my thoughts. I must have been too lost to notice that he had left the porch, but I can’t be blamed. He has that effect. I roll down the window.

“Ebi! What’re you doing staring into space like that?”

“I wasn’t staring jhoor. I was just thinking about the case on ground.” I deflect.

“Then there’s about to be more things for you to think about.” He’s too serious to banter this morning. Who wouldn’t be.

“Come on, let’s go in.”

I hop down and we go into his office at the station. I sit down as he takes out his MacBook to show me pictures from the crime scene. My eyes widen in utter shock.

It’s a woman. We can tell from the physique because her face had been beaten out of shape. Her neck showing signs of strangulation. Multiple stab wounds like the first and second victims. And she was left naked.

“What sort of person would do a thing like this?” I ask, almost tearfully. “And why?” As if there could be any justification for this madness.

“I don’t know Ebi but we’re going to find him.” Lanre assures. “Her name is…was Lilian Ekanem and she served in my church’s choir.” He says softly, eyes reflecting sadness and a subtle undercurrent of regret.

“Anyway, there’s a new development, the note he left this time is slightly different. The bible verse is different. Here’s a photograph.” He takes it out of a file. Handing it over, I take the opportunity to gently cover his hands with mine, aching to ease his distress.

“You’re not responsible simply because she belonged to your church.”

“Thanks, Ebi.” He offers a half-smile.

“Matt 5:48

FOR REDEMPTION COMES AT A PRICE”

I’m looking at the note, trying to make sense of it when Lanre interrupts.

“Hey, did you manage to sleep last night? Your eyes appear a bit tired.” He tenderly lifts my chin, his gaze penetrating mine with a deep, searching intensity.

“Depends on if you consider three hours of restlessness, sleep. Not like any of us know what that means anymore.” We’re laughing now.

We’re still caught up when Deputy Inspector Latif walks in. He’s the head of this investigation, a fatherly man.

“I want you both to go over to the crime scene with a couple of officers. I need a reexamination of that place to be sure we have all our facts and nothing was left out.” He instructs and heads out as quickly as he came in.

Crime Scene

1:45pm

Lanre and I arrive ahead of the policemen assigned to us. As we enter the house that once held life, our faces tense with the weight of the task ahead, determined to uncover the secrets concealed within the bright yellow crime scene tape.

As the mid-afternoon sun cast its rays into the kitchen, the scene reveals a chilling tableau. The absence of the victim’s body only intensifies the eerie atmosphere, leaving behind an unsettling emptiness. Multiple stab wounds have turned a once-pristine tiles into a macabre canvas of dried bloodstains. The remnants of a gruesome struggle linger, with scattered utensils as silent witnesses to the violence that had unfolded the previous night.

Moving between rooms, kitchen to sitting room, Lanre and I inspect for anything out of the ordinary, the weight of unspoken questions on our minds.

“Lanre.” I call for his attention to the door. “Did you notice that there isn’t any sign of a forced entry? Had to be someone she knows right?”

“Yeah. It’s always somebody close to the victim.” He says with a tone laden with regret once more, but before I can say anything, a creaking noise from the kitchen intervenes.

We exchange alarming glances and Lanre reaches for my arm protectively. The officers that were supposed to have arrived by now, haven’t. I’m beginning to panic so Lanre gives me a signal for us to approach the kitchen and position ourselves for a better view. Through the window, we see a shadowy figure peering inside, an intruder who doesn’t belong here.

My heart racing as the intruder, realizing he has been spotted, makes a hasty retreat. In an instant, adrenaline-fueled determination overcome us. Without words, we nod at each other and bolt in opposite directions, our footsteps echoing through the house.

I push my body to the limit, running as if my very existence hinged on this pursuit. Beads of sweat cling to my brow, and my chest heave with laboured breath. But as exhaustion washes over me like a tidal wave, I know I have to relinquish the chase to Lanre, who seems to possess an endless well of stamina and determination. With a mix of frustration and relief, I halt, allowing Lanre to surge ahead, continuing the pursuit.

The police officers finally arrive as I try to catch my breath. I explain to them what we had just seen so they go around the house, weapons drawn but it’s no use because Lanre jogs back without the shadowy person.

My mouth falls open and my eyes widen as Lanre, his voice barely above a whisper, mutters, “I lost him.”

UNKNOWN

10th, June 2025

7:00pm

There’s going to be a storm. Why is she taking so much time tonight? She’s usually out by 7pm. I’m accustomed to her routine. She leaves her house at 6:30am sharp, stops at Exclusive Stores for breakfast then takes a cab to her office on Shehu Shagari Street. Lunch break at 2:00pm which lasts for thirty minutes. Some days she goes out with her colleagues for lunch, other days, she orders online, depends on her mood. Finally! 7:30pm.

She looks as perfect as they come but I know better than to fall for her charm. She hails a cab so I’ll just follow behind.

8:15pm. She gracefully exits the champagne gold car she had been traveling in as it comes to a halt.

I ask my cab driver to park a reasonable distance away.

“Oga I no fit find change o,” he’s annoyed. “Rain de come and everybody de rush.”

“Keep the change.” I couldn’t care less about this man and how he almost bored me to death with lamentations of the country right now. I must not lose her. The wind must have a mind of its own because it wouldn’t let me see clearly. Thank God there are no neighbours. It’s a new compound and she’s the first to move in, did that two months ago.

Patience. A virtue indeed. The ability to wait above all else is a gift. I’ve waited so long for this.

She looks so innocent searching for her keys. The dim light outside her veranda cast a shadow on her figure making her look plumper than she is with hair ruffled up by the wind. Peach and lavender; her scent fills the air as I’m drawing close. I have to tread carefully this time.

“Oh my… you!” She exclaims, her unease palpable.

“I’m so sorry” I say and smile at her. “I didn’t mean to startle you.” Oh but I did. The element of surprise is vital.

“Sister Ezinne gave me your address. I persuaded her into giving it. She said you’ve got the book I’ve been searching for. I couldn’t wait till tomorrow so I had to come ask.” I’m explaining briskly. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“No it’s fine. I’m glad you came. Sorry about my hesitation, rough day.” She’s comfortable now. Smiling too. Perfect dentition. Focus.

“Please come in.” Gladly.

The house has the same peachy scent as her, teal green and white walls. Not the colour I’d pick but it works.

“Should I get you something to drink?”

“Water please, thanks.” She turns to go into the kitchen. I silently follow behind.

“God! You scared me again.” She’s laughing and holding her chest. “Need anything else?”

“Yes. Your absolution.”

“I’m sorry, wha….” I thrust the knife I saw on the counter through her chest. “Wh…whh…whyy?” Her eyes wide in shock.

“For your sake”. I take the knife out of her chest and plunge it into her neck. She’s on the floor but still holding on. If you hold on to your life you will lose it. I’m strangling now but she’s struggling, her bloody hands on my wrist.

“P..p..lea…seee…nooo” she’s choking. Why won’t she let go? My fist on her face. I didn’t mean to bash her. I just wanted her to let go. But it…it feels good. Wham! Again and again.

Silence.

EBI

11th, June 2025

6:45am

It has been nearly twenty years since the rainy night I witnessed my father’s murder. I have borne the weight of a persistent guilt and often find myself regretting my insistence on having noodles for dinner that night. If he hadn’t left the house and if I hadn’t begged him to take me along under his favorite striped umbrella, then the thieves fleeing the third house on our street wouldn’t have shot him.

Every rainy day takes me back to that night, where the deafening gunshot echoed through the air, a chilling silence falling over the street. My heart pounding in my chest, each beat in sync with the raindrops and the crimson flow that trickled from his gunshot wound. Time slowing to a crawl as I knelt beside him, the coppery scent of blood filling my senses. My trembling hands pressed desperately on his wound, but the life force seeped away like a river escaping through my fingers. My vision blurred with tears as I watched his once vibrant eyes lose their luster, fading into the abyss.

Perhaps my constant chatter, which slowed our trip to the store, or my childish craving played the biggest role in his death. I have since been left with nothing but “what ifs” and a haunting sense of loss and hopelessness.

The relentless downpour of this stormy morning doesn’t have a different effect. I had hoped I’d eventually shake off the gloom that comes with the rain because the nature of my job exposes me to far more harrowing experiences than I ever imagined possible. Being a state counsel doesn’t exactly exclude you from certain responsibilities which is fine. I didn’t study criminal law to write scripts for TV legal dramas so yeah I’ll have to pick up my cross daily. Speaking of which, I’ve been low key pissed at the final episode of Suits. If only I could speak with the producer. I guess I’ll have to save my rant for Dinma so the next time she tries talking me into seeing another one of her TV shows, I’ll have my case.

My body feels like I’ve been awake the whole night but my eye only flipped open at the sound of an earth-shaking thunderclap at 4:30, so here I am contemplating dragging myself out of bed or surrendering to the warmth of my extra soft duvet till the rain ceases. Still engulfed in my thought bubble, I hear my phone ring or I must have drifted off to sleep and it’s a dream but it’s been going on a while so I reluctantly throw my hand to get it.

“Get down here as soon as the rain is over. There’s something you need to see.” From the tone of his voice I’m 99.9 percent sure of what it is.

“Let me guess, another body?”

“Yes. Same method, different circumstance.”

I know I said I was sure but this isn’t the time to brag about accuracy. I had prayed it was something else. A robbery gone wrong, an impromptu court appearance, more cases to file. Who am I kidding? The whole Abuja Police Force Criminal Investigation Department have been up on their feet about the recent murders.

“Alright, see you soon.” I say dryly. Click.

It will take God Himself to serenade me back to sleep after what I’ve just heard so I stroll to the kitchen to dump a large cup of coffee in my mouth to kick-start the day. Apologies to my body but blessed be the genius creators of precious coffee, as I rely on it largely to remain sane or risk becoming a walking mess.

This would be the third body in the last four months with no lead or suspect. The first one was found in his home. Eyes violently gouged out, body mutilated with several stab wounds. He was tortured and it looked like the killer took his or her time and enjoyed every bit of it. It gets creepier. There was a note left at the crime scene.

“Matt 5:29

FOR REDEMPTION COMES AT A PRICE”

Despite the gravity of the situation, it was impossible to ignore the twisted irony that played out before us – a vile masterpiece, for this had to be the work of Satan’s own progeny, and what’s even more unsettling is that there’s no evidence of anyone entering or exiting the house. It was a clean break-in.

And so, within the walls of the police station, and for the purpose of our investigation, we gave him a name – the zealot.