RAIDERS OF THE INNOCENT - Episode 11

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“Michael, what happened to my son?” Rosaline yelled at her brother, the president. “Your son was run over, sadly, by a car, Rosaline” Michael lied. “Where is his body? I want to see him now?” “I have a car ready in an hour for you to go and see him. I am really sorry, Rosaline. I am just as sad as you are. In fact, I will be coming to the mortuary with you.” “Let’s go now!” “I have to attend to a few things quickly, and then, we will leave. Please bear with me, Rosaline.” “Then be fast. My son…Oh! My son, who ran you over?” Rosaline cried. “We are doing our best to find out who did this…we’ll find him,” Michael said, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“No, not now!!!” Lekke yelled. She had run into a massive traffic on Herbert Macaulay Way. She honked her horn furiously, but the traffic would not budge. She dialed her husband as she tried to weave through the dense traffic. “Where are your Lekke?”  The Vice President asked. “I am on my way, Uloke. I am stuck in traffic.” Lekke answered.  “Did you not go out with a convoy? Can’t you use your sirens to wriggle out of the traffic?” “I did not go with a convoy, darling. I drove myself.” “Why? I have warned you about this. Why do you put your life in danger, driving through town by yourself?” “I just went to see a friend. I did not want to be blaring the siren around town.” “Stop this, Lekke. Please stop it…it is not safe!!!” The vice president hung up in anger. He sat on a couch, plotting his next line of action.


“Mr. Vice President, I have some information for you,” a voice said over the phone. “And who are you?” “I can’t tell you my name now, but I promise to do that later. I wanted to let you know that your wife has been sleeping with your friend, the president. I know your wife is on her way back…I have been monitoring her. She left a house in Wusae a short while ago. The truth is, she was in that house with the president and they go there every few days to sleep with each other.” “What are you talking about?” “Have you bothered to ask your wife why she drives around town without security? She does not want anyone to know where she goes and who she spends time with alone.”

“What do you want, young man?” “I want nothing, sir. I just wanted to let you know that if you share any secrets with your wife, the president will be automatically aware of it.” “Why do you think I have anything to share with my wife?” “I have my sources, sir. I have noticed a flurry of activities in and around the presidential villa, sir. I also know who killed your daughter.” “And who might that be?” “It is your best friend, the president, sir. And, he is holding my friend, Colonel Sale, who led the mission to kill your daughter. He needs your help to regain his freedom.” “Why would I want to save him after he killed my daughter?” “Because he can testify against the president in court.” “What if I don’t need his testimony?” “I guess you are in touch with Idriga. What if he gets killed? Besides, two testimonies are better than one, sir.” “Thank you for the information, I will keep that in mind.” “Will you help secure my friend’s freedom?” “I don’t know yet. I will think about it.” Dinkara hung up.

Major Rockhill entered the room. “Gentlemen, please be seated,” he said with an air of authority. “He shut the door behind him and sat down. “Gentlemen, I have something very important to share with you. A friend of mine called from Jinga to inform me that the recent search of Elekari forest was another corrupt move by the president of the country in collusion with his friend, the president of Jinga, Michael Assimoke. The people that our soldiers were searching for are actually innocent…simply running for their dear lives. My friend from Jinga has asked for my help to find this family and their hosts in Camuran. So, that is where you come in.

“I want you to conduct a quiet search of the forest. First, you have to make a gentle and friendly contact with the family of Izunga Ngwa. He and his brother Tawani are believed to be keeping the family from Jinga in the forest. Talk to Izunga’s wife and children…start from here. We need to find them and protect them. Once we find them, I want you to take them to my family home outside Bamenda. It is very safe there. I will be flying there soon. Apart from you and your men, no other person should know of this mission.” “Yes, sir,” they echoed.

“I am finally home honey,” Lekke shouted as she entered the house. “So, who killed our daughter? I want to see her body now,” she said through tears. “Before we talk about that, I would like to know where you are coming from,” Uloke demanded. “What do you mean, Uloke? Since when did you start suspecting me of wrongdoing?” “From this moment, my dear wife.” “You are joking, right? You can’t be exhibiting unnecessary jealousy at this time…our daughter was killed and we are about to solve the mystery behind her murder. Please let’s focus on that!”

“No Lekke, let’s focus on where you went, because it has something to do with our daughter’s murder.” “What do you mean by that?” “I am not telling you who killed our daughter or where her body is until you tell me where you are coming from. I am not joking.” “Come off it, Uloke. I was with the wife of the minister of information, Mrs. Lucy Igiebor!” Lekke shouted. Uloke said nothing. He stared at her for a moment. Disdain was scribbled all over his eyes. “So, it is true? I can’t trust you anymore, Lekke. I called Mrs. Igiebor and she told me she did not know where you were when I could not reach you. You should start planning your life without me. There is a political war on the horizon. Once that is over, you will receive divorce papers from my lawyers.”

“You are out of your mind, Uloke. After I brought you this far in life? Have you forgotten the role I have played to get you here? Please where is my daughter’s body?” “Get out of my sight, Lekke!!!” Uloke shouted. “Sergeant, please take my wife out of my sight,” Uloke said angrily. “Don’t you touch me,” Lekke barked at the soldier. Lekke walked angrily out of the room, stomping the floor with her high heeled shoes as she left. She entered her room and called Michael Assimoke right away.

“He knows,” she said as soon as Michael answered the call. “What do you mean he knows?” Lekke narrated her latest exchange with Uloke to Michael. “You have to get rid of him, Michael…this is the time. You can convince the legislative houses to pick me as vice president after he is gone,” Lekke pressed. “Did he mention who killed your daughter? Maybe he is upset about that.” “He won’t tell me. He claims my daughter’s death is connected with my sneaking around town without security. You have to kill him now, Michael. He is mad, and when he is mad, he can be dangerous!” “I will see what I can do.”

“Monti, did you record that?” Yes, sir,” Monti answered the vice president. They had quickly tapped Lekke’s phone line through the mobile phone company before she returned. Unwittingly, she had confirmed what Dinkara had told the vice president without knowing it. Monti and Uloke had listened in on her call as soon as she called Michael, and they recorded the call too. Make copies of all the pictures and video recordings and save them in multiple places. I want some copies sent to my hometown in Lendue and some copies to all my personal emails and yours. I want to see those tonight. Also, make sure my lawyer has a copy of each. Be sure to leave a copy of each with two or three of your trusted men, too.” “Consider it done sir.”

“Now, let the show begin!” Uloke exclaimed to himself. He dialed the senate president on one of his secret private lines. “Mr. Vice President, what can I do for you tonight?” asked Duruike Issong, the senate president as soon as the vice president introduced himself. “I need to see you in the next half an hour. I am inviting the Speaker of the House of Representatives, Dr. Yaya Bello too. We will all meet at the villa, at my private quarters.” “It must be important,” said Duruike. “It is beyond important!” “Okay, I will be there!” Duruike promised.

“I want you in my quarters now,” Michael told Lekke over the phone. “I will be there,” she replied. Minutes later, she was in the president’s quarters. “We have to get rid of Uloke…I agree with you. But, it won’t be easy. Someone called me and they have information about you and I and some other information that they are threatening to release to the public. If your husband is shot, all fingers will point at me. We have to take him out methodically.” “Who is this that called you?” “Don’t worry about that. I am taking care of it my way, but we can’t shoot Uloke. I need you to poison him.”

“But they will point finger at me if he dies,” Lekke protested. “You don’t have to worry, my dear. There is something I will give you. It is untraceable in the blood stream.  His death will be ruled a heart attack. I can guarantee that…it is untraceable. Just add a little of it to his food.” “Are you sure it is untraceable?” “It is, my dear.” “Okay, I will do it. Give it to me.” “Here it is. Just spread a little in his soup. It is highly potent!” “Don’t worry about that. Uloke is already dead. Do you promise to fight for me to become the vice president after his passing?” “Who else is better suited to that role than you my love?”

“And what about us? When are you leaving your wife for good?” “Not while I am in power, darling. Imagine you being married to me and being the vice president? It won’t work. My wife will be shown the doors once we leave power.” “You are very smart, honey.” She leaned over and kissed him passionately. When she pushed open the door to leave, Michael’s wife, Bernadette was at the door. “Lekke, why are you always coming to see my husband late at night?” she inquired furiously. “What do you mean, Bernadette? I was only delivering a message to your husband from my husband.”

“So, you are now your husband’s aide? He no longer has people working for him that he has to use you to deliver messages to my husband? At night? I don’t want you near my husband at night!!!” She barked at Lekke. “Stop is Bernadette,” Michael shouted. “You stop it!!! What is going on between the two of you? You think I have not noticed?” “Michael, I want to see my late son’s body, for goodness sake! Don’t you care about that?” Rosaline shouted, joining the kerfuffle.

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