Medical school was the best and worst time of my life. It initiated me into this life I now found myself. It’s either a good or bad thing depending on how you look at it but for me, it was, and still is a good thing. I witnessed someone die in my arms for the first time. I saw and did terrible things that I’m ashamed to write about. I did my first dissection and surgery.
I pretty much kept to myself because I was socially awkward as most of the students described me. Nobody wanted to be my friend until Kanyinsola waltzed into my life. She was an exceptionally beautiful of Yoruba girl in every definition. Her crystal clear brown eyes were so piercing that I feared they could unravel your deepest secrets. Her sophisticated sense of fashion was second to none. She was a definition of "way out of my league and yet she walked up to me one my first day in school. She's responsible for my social evolution. She was from a rich family and could afford to take me to fancy places and gift me with expensive fashion accessories. Kanyinsola was a really sweet girl to me and didn’t deserve the fate that befell her.
I fast lost the “social awkward” tag because of my relationship with Kanyinsola and soon became the envy of many guys. The drastic change in my appearance and attitude begot me many female admirers, I enjoyed the sudden attention. I was quite smart in medical school, completing my first year at the University of Ibadan with a perfect CGPA of 7.0 and scoring second highest in my MBBS exam. The MBBS examination is an entrance exam to gain admission into the premiere University College Hospital, popularly known as UCH. Guess who came out tops? Kanyinsola! She was also a smarty pant. At the end of our 1st year at UCH we won the “Best Couple” award at the annual Medical Students’ Award Nite.
Everything went well in the first year and we both still topped the class but I was by far the best anatomy student. My incisions were always so precise that our anatomy professor had to ask if I had had prior experience in the course. It was then I discovered that I derived pleasure from cutting human tissue and I was a natural at it. I had embraced the psychopath in me and it was overwhelming. I started fantasizing about taking away lives instead of restoring them.
Kanyinsola, being a very smart girl, made it difficult to hide stuff from her. She noticed the change in me; my obsession with the cadavers began to freak her out. I withdrew from everyone around me and spent more time around dead bodies. I was trying to understand everything about the human anatomy and always ended missing several dates with my girlfriend. We quarreled a lot and she threatened break up on several occasions but I always found a way to make up with her but that did not deter me from returning to my new obsession.
My obsession with death did not start in med school, it spanned back to my childhood. My father accused me of killing his precious wife. Sadly, my mum had died in labor due to birth complications. The doctor could only save one life and she sacrificed herself to bring me into this world because of how long they'd waited to have me. I was supposed to be a miracle child but her decision turned my life sour.
I was scarred by mother’s decision because my father hated me bitterly for "killing his wife". My stepmother capitalized on that and maltreated me in every possible way. I believe the first life I took was my mum’s and with that I was absolved of any guilt for killing other women.
My fascination with murder started at a very tender age, my stepmother’s mean treatments always made me fantasize about killing her. I got curious about this subject and started researching into the topic. I soon found out about cool serial killers such as Gary Ridgway AKA The Green River Killer, Moses Sithole of South Africa and of course Ted Bundy who most fascinated me. I studied their work extensively. I became a walking encyclopedia of serial killers and I day-dreamed every day about killing my parents especially my step-mother.
However, this dream was stolen from me by assassins on one fateful weekend in ’93!
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