They say tragedy comes in twos. If only it had come in that amount this time, the neighborhood would have been less petrified. Instead it came in a storm.
Mr Okorie, who was now sitting on the front porch with his hands in cuffs - had an episode again.
Everyone had gotten used to his sudden outbursts in the middle of the night, but in no way did it prepare us for the kind of gore that lay in front of our eyes that morning.
Inside the house lay Mrs Okorie- head attached to her trunk by a rumpled piece of skin.
His two year son Obinna was Cut into half, and left in the kitchen sink, under a running tap.
Initially no one could find their house help Obiageli, but when we found her, her body was perfectly folded into the trash can in their backyard.
Bia Nwoke m.... Why did you do this?... one of the neighbors asked Okorie, in a voice too annoyed to hide his disgust.
Mr Okorie raised his face from in between his lap and smiled.
So you think I did this? he asked no one in particular.
.... And no one heard them scream?.