DIRTY POLITICS - Episode 7

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Nigeria's leading story blog. Action Story. Police commissioner, loyal military officer, a freezer somewhere outside town, commissioner of Finance, billions of Shillings abroad, KPMG.


 
Golden Tulip Hotel Izundare, Luinfaru
“Helen, you are a very beautiful and intelligent girl. You deserve better in life and I am willing to offer you what you deserve. I need you to find out for me what your friend Isabell is up to. I will set up a boutique of your own in town for you. You will get holidays to Dubai and Paris, fully paid for. Just do a little bit of digging around for me and I will make sure your life will never be the same...in a great way,” Uwadighibe said. He wore a cynical smile on his aging face. “It is not right to spy on my friend, you know?” Replied Helen. “It is just a harmless thing my dear,” he persuaded her. They were lying in bed in a hotel room in Izubindare, the capital of Luinfaru, a neighboring state to Agudugba. He had targeted Helen at a party some months earlier. She easily fell for him. She could not stop thinking of all that she stood to gain from a man of such immense wealth. “You should keep our relationship quiet you know,” Alex Uwadighibe had warned her. “I am not a child...you need not worry about that,” Helen assured him. “Imagine staying in a five star hotel in Dubai. Come on, Isabell would sell you for less. She does not care about you or anybody you know. Just sift out harmless information from her; that is all. No one will be harmed.” “Okay, I will try my best.” “So, you have not already sifted something out of her?” She looked up at the ceiling, completely immersed in a deep thought as she rummaged through her mental reservoir.

“She is worried that someone powerful killed her father and she wants to find out who that is. She spoke to a lawyer recently about it.” “What is the name of the lawyer?” “I don’t know but I can find out.” “Good. Find out the name of the lawyer she spoke to and what he is up to.” “I will do my best.” “I trust you will my beautiful angel. Don’t forget our trip to Abeja next month. Bring your passport. We are going to the French embassy. I would like to have your Schengen visa sorted so we can take a trip to France afterwards and whenever we want.” “How could I forget a thing like that Alex. I am certainly bringing my passport with me next month.” “Good,” he said as he planted a kiss on her lips. As he pulled away, Helen could not help but notice his yellow/brown teeth that had been under incessant onslaught by kolanut over the years. They were far less than appealing, but for the kind of money that Chief Uwadighibe had, Helen did not mind at all.

Edward Crescent Bogandi, Asheibori

“Are you sure of what you are saying?” Peter Iningo asked him. “Yes sir. I am very sure of what I am saying. I even have it on tape. I can hand the tape to you if you are willing to pay me for it,” Michael Ibukunle answered. “So how did you come into possession of the tape?” “I work in Mrs. Iningo’s office sir. I am one of the cleaners there. In fact, I am the head cleaner. Mrs. Iningo is a feisty and ambitious woman. She has crushed a lot of people in the past to get where she is today; one of those being my wife. My wife once worked as a cook at KPMG staff restaurant back in the day. One day, Mrs. Iningo claimed to have found a long strand of human hair in her plate of rice. She threatened to have my wife fired for not doing her job well. We went to their house and begged her not to do that.

“You see, we had three kids at home and one on the way, but this woman showed no mercy on us. She made good her threat. My wife was fired for negligence of duty. I have no pity on her. I am willing to crush her by all means. I will stop at nothing to extract my pound of flesh. So, as soon as I realized she was the incoming commissioner of Finance, I bugged her office with hidden cameras. I have been working there for long, so I knew where to hide things like that. That evil woman, she did not even recognize me...just like I thought. The camera has recorded a lot of exciting events in her office. For instance, she does it with the Governor, Abugu Mabali in her office…You know what I mean!!! He comes through the secret underground passage between the governor’s office and her office every other night for some romance. Well, the tapes will show you everything. They do it all in the office. I think that is one of the reasons why he appointed her commissioner in the first place. And...they are laundering billions of Shillings abroad.”

A subtle smirk appeared momentarily on Peter Iningo’s face. “So, how did you find me? What makes you think I’d be interested in what my late brother’s wife is doing with his best friend, the present governor of Agudugba?” Peter asked. “When Juliet Iningo had my wife fired, I did my homework, sir. I dug around for anything that would help me nail her. The rich have secrets; a lot of them and sometimes they get careless with their small often considered insignificant staff. I found out about the row between you and your late brother. I understand you’d like to get back at his wife for the role she played in the way your brother treated you. Besides, I am aware there is history between you and Juliet from way back in university.” Peter Iningo stared at him for a moment. “I do not wish to speak ill of my late brother. Are you from the police? How am I sure you are not snooping around with respect to the shooting of my late brother, which had absolutely nothing to do with me.” “Sir, you have my name. This is my phone number. You have the powers and connections to find out if I am who I say I am. Go ahead and confirm that. When you do, give me a call. With the tapes I have on Mrs. Juliet Iningo and Abugu Mabali, you can have the governor removed from office today. Do your due diligence and get back to me sir. Money…a good amount of it will make me play ball.” “Thanks for coming to me Mr. Ibukunle. I will get back to you before long.”

As soon as Michael Ibukunle left, Peter Inigo got on the phone to Azonto. “Maureen, I want you to find out something for me. Find out if a certain Mr. Michael Ibukunle works in the office of the commissioner of Finance in Azonto. In fact, find out everything you can about the man and his wife. I believe her name is Corletta Ibukunle.” “Okay sir. I will dig up whatever I can,” Maureen assured him. “I want all the information you can dig up on this man in the next 24 hours.” “I will get on it sir,” Maureen assured him. She was Peter Iningo’s got-to person in Azonto on all matters bordering on logistics. She ran a consulting firm in the state capital that conducted all sorts of subterranean jobs for the rich and powerful. Soon after discussing with Peter, Maureen began to make calls. Within minutes of her call with Peter Iningo, her foot soldiers began to unearth all kinds of information on Michael Ibukunle.

Government House Azonto
“Police commissioner, I strongly recommend that you do not disclose Dilingo’s identity to the press. It is very imperative that you keep this finding quiet for now. We will inform the public and her wife as soon as we have more information. I am sure you understand what is at stake here. This is an investigation into the murder of our former governor. Clearly, it is obvious there is more to his murder considering that his most trusted security operative, a well-trained and loyal military officer has been found dead with his body stashed in a freezer somewhere outside town. We do not want to scare the people or create any form of panic. The president is keen on this, so I want to manage what we release to the public. A lot of public figures are being investigated, so do your best to keep this really quiet.” “I am doing my best sir...you can count on me.” “I trust you Jerry. I knew with you in charge, I could breathe easy,” Abugu replied. He had appointed Jerry Aboyega as the new police commissioner for the state of Agudugba following Ransimi’s death. “So, what are you up to next?” He asked Jerry. “It is really hard to work out where to go from here. We were hoping to find Dilingo alive with a view to extracting information from him, but now that he is dead, we are at a dead end. In the meantime, we are combing through the house in Ilungashi for any information that could give us any leads.” “Keep at it. I am sure something will turn up. Carefully investigate Vincent Elemazu. You can have him arrested if you can find anything that links him to Maxwell’s murder. He remains our chief suspect, although I would suggest that you also meticulously dig around Alex Uwadighibe too.” “We are already looking into them.” ‘Good. Keep me posted.” “I will.”
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