"Give me the lighter, it's in the sack bag" my friend Emeka requested as he stuck a cigarette in his mouth. I reached for the sack bag close to me and dug my right hand in. My hand came in contact with something sticky and nasty and felt a ball like object in the bag.

I picked up the object and brought it up to my face.
"Where's the lighter?" the object asked me. I looked up. Emeka sat there headless. My take-off time that evening beat that of the fastest jet by several minutes.