DIRTY POLITICS - Episode 15

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Nigeria's leading story blog. Video Recording, kill him, the DVD in the payer, president’s many military security agents, restaurant, official Jaguar,



“Ijezem, I want that Ibukunle killed. It seems every person in this city has a video of me. This is getting out of hand. Kill that man!!!” Juliet shouted into her phone. She was in the backseat of her limousine while Leonard drove peacefully through town. She was barricaded away from him, so he could not hear a word she spoke. “I have already set plans in motion to take care of him, madam,” Ijezem explained.



“Do it fast! I don’t care what happens. I want him exterminated!”
“But madam, don’t you think we should kidnap him and interrogate him first? He may have valuable information as to who he gave the videos to.”
“I guess you are right. I am very mad right now that I can hardly think. Squeeze out every piece of information you can out of him before you waste him.”
“I will do that madam. I already have a man watching him right now in London.”

“I wonder who she was talking to,” Jariye remarked. He was lying on the couch with the fan pointed directly at him. It was a hot day, both he and Madubene were exhausted from the events of the day. He had one earphone to his right ear while Madubene had the other in his left ear. The listening device they planted in Juliet’s car was working well. “She is talking about killing someone. Juliet Iningo is definitely involved…seriously involved. We need to focus on her,” Madubene replied.

“I am seeing Isabell tonight. We need to see what we can find out from her. She claims there is a video recording that will shine a lot of light on her mother.”
“When are you seeing her?”
“In two hours.”
“I think that recording will strengthen our case. Definitely, Juliet Iningo is involved; we have to find out who else is working with her.”

Jariye left Madubene’s secret house on Ejese Crescent. He and Isabell had agreed to meet at his flat. He took a taxi to keep from being easily spotted. He had an hour before his scheduled meeting with Isabell at an ice cream shop on Erialor street, near the football stadium in Azonto. He wanted to look around the area ahead of time just in case Isabell was followed. On reaching there, he looked around the area with painstaking attention. Then, he took a seat by the stadium and watched the restaurant with keen interest. He was sure he took a good look at people going in and out.

Juliet stormed into the house, fuming with a blend of rage and utter consternation. “What are you talking about?” She yelled at Isabell who was waiting in the lobby. Juliet feigned ignorance of the existence of a video recording of herself and Abugu having a passionate time at the office. “Come and see for yourself!!!” Isabell shouted back at her. She began to walk to the living room, urging her mother to follow her. She turned on the television and DVD player. She had already slotted the DVD in the payer. She pressed play and the scene began to roll. Juliet turned around and looked away. “I don’t want to look at that,” she said quietly. “You want to do it but you can’t look at it, mom,” Isabell answered.

“I am not a saint, Isabell, so I won’t lay claim to that quality. What you don’t know is how difficult it has been for me since your father passed away.”
“It is less than a year and you are already sleeping with his best friend?”
“I am a woman Isabell and I am still in my forties. I have feelings you know? I still need someone to put my head on their shoulders and make me feel like a woman.”
“Couldn’t you find any man that is not dad’s best friend? Couldn’t you wait a while to pay him some respect?”
“I work you know. My job is time-consuming that I rarely meet people. I work with Abugu and…you know…because we work together, one thing led to another.”
“He has a wife and three children, mom. The entire State would spit on you if they knew about this tape.”

Juliet placed her head in her arms and began to cry. “I am sorry Isabell. I did not mean to do this. Please forgive me. I am ashamed of myself. Your dad’s passing has been a major shock to me…it unhinged me emotionally. I don’t even know what I am doing,” she said. “Did you have a hand in the killing of dad?” Isabell asked her matter-of-factly. She stared directly at her, breathing heavily as she awaited her response. Juliet raised her head and stared directly back at her. “How dare you accuse me of killing my own husband? What makes you think that I would do such a horrendous thing? You are crazy, Isabell. You can throw my sexual escapade back at me, smearing it sadistically in my face, Isabell, but you cannot accuse me of killing my own husband.”
“But anyone can jump to that conclusion, giving that you started sleeping with his best friend, who assumed his office after his death, mom!”
“I did not kill my husband!!!”
“What of Dilingo? Did you kill him?”

Tears streamed down Isabell’s face. Juliet walked to her, and placed her arms around them. “I knew you were having an affair with him, my daughter, and I also knew that he too was married. I did not like that you were having an affair with him, but I had nothing to do with his death. I am not the monster that you think I am. I would not hurt Dilingo because he was loyal to your father and I; besides, I knew you were in love with him. I would never do a thing like that, Isabell,” Juliet explained through tears. Isabell continued to cry. Memories of her time with Dilingo swept through her mind as she sobbed irrepressibly.

“Stop crying my child. I would never do anything to harm you. I am willing to give my life for you. I have done some things I should not have done, but taking the life of my beloved husband and your boyfriend was not one of them. That, I can assure you, Isa baby!!!”
“It is okay mom. This whole time has been very challenging for me. I wish I knew who killed them both.”
“It has to be Vincent Elemazu or Alex Uwadighibe. They are powerful men with the means to kill Max and Dilingo.”
“But the police have not been able to find anything to incriminate them in these murders.”
“Like I said, they are powerful men who can cover their tracks very well. At some point, someday, the truth will come to light. I believe that firmly.”
“I hope so. I really hope so.”
“I have to leave shortly my dear. I have an appointment to catch. Let’s have dinner together tomorrow. I think we should make time to be with each other more. Don’t you think so?”
“I do, mom.”

Juliet changed into new clothes and left. She had increased her security of late, so one car was ahead of her and another was behind her vehicle. Each of them had five armed military men in them. Isabell placed two DVDs in two separate paper bags and shoved each of them inside pouches in an undershirt she had underneath her blouse. She applied a bit more makeup, took a look at herself in the mirror and jumped into her official car. Her driver was on hand to drive her to Erialor Street. She still would not accept official security from the State.

Hilton Hotel, Azonto
One of the president’s many military security agents opened the door for Juliet. “The president is waiting for you, madam,” he said as he held the door open to her. “Thank you!” She said with a smile as she entered the lavishly furnished suite. She was perched on a pair of glimmering black high-heeled shoes. Her tight-fitting black mini-skirt that hung above her knees accentuated her curves. In her early forties, Juliet looked as though she was still in her twenties. She was an avid exerciser, logging in hours in the gym every week despite her clogged schedule. Her tight-fitting white short-sleeve blouse equally highlighted her upper body shape with little restraint. As soon as she was in the suite, she began to unbutton her blouse. Roland could hardly wait to get his hands on her. She removed her blouse and flung it on the couch as she meandered effortlessly into his waiting, lustful arms. “I have been waiting for you all day long,” Roland said. “I am all yours now,” she replied. Soon, they lay beside each other on the king size bed, holding each other as though their lives depended on each other. “I wish I could take you back with me,” Roland said.

“Your wife would not hesitate to shoot me.”
“I still wish I could take you with me.”
“Then do it!”
“I wish it were that easy.”
“You are the president, you do as you choose.”
“You know it won’t be that easy.”
“But some things are easy for you anyway. I have a few things you could help me with.”
“Just name it and I will see to it, my queen.”
“There is a man who has been after me. In fact, he is my late husband’s brother. He is making my life hell in this State simply because I wouldn’t sleep with him. He is going about telling people that he has video recordings of you and I together. That is a nasty thing to say you know. That could damage your political image and mine. I would like for you to come down on him.”
“Are you talking about Peter Iningo?”
“Yes. I knew you’d know him.”
“Of course I do. He is a nasty, terrible person. I have never heard anything good about him. If he has the audacity to smear my name, then he is in for it. Don’t worry about him. I will see to that. He is finished, as far as I am concerned.”

Juliet placed her lips on his, kissing him passionately. Roland responded avidly, and they remained firmly glued to each other for a better part of an hour. On the other side of town, Isabell hopped out of her official Jaguar and walked majestically towards Lazidi restaurant. Jariye saw her glide along the pavement in front of the stadium with impeccable grace. Two other pairs of eyes were also watching her from across the street. One pair belonged to a man who was in the small coffee shop opposite the stadium, while the other pair belonged to hired killer who sipped his cigarette with patience as he watched Isabell walk towards the restaurant. He drew a lungful of smoke from his menthol cigarette, savored the taste and then exhaled the smoke in the air with expert aplomb. As the smoke zigzagged through the air, he peered through it, fixating on Isabell. He looked around for her company. He knew there had to be at least two other men looking out for Isabell around Lazidi restaurant. He took out his gun, loaded it and slowly returned it to the holster underneath his suit. Now, he waits!
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