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“This is insane,” said Duruike, the senate president. “I can hardly believe my eyes and ears,” added, Bello, speaker of the House of Representatives. “It is all there for you to see,” said Adingo, the vice president. “This is what I am proposing. We impeach the president at the next seating of the house in three days…that is where you two come in. Yes, my daughter was ruthlessly murdered, but it could have been your daughter, or yours,” Adingo pressed, taking a moment to stare intently at the senate president and speaker of the house. There is so much that has gone wrong with the democracy that we all fought for. Let us end this corruption and brutal insanity. Let us restore good governance, transparency and clan politics to our party and country once again.

“Bello, I propose that when the impeachment takes effect, you will be my vice president. Your knowledge of economics will help us re energize our ailing economy, create jobs for our youth and fix our struggling infrastructure. We will need you to hold the entire legislature together, Duruike, so I suggest you remain as senate president. I have penciled down Badmus Gege as candidate for the speaker of the house. What do you say, comrades?” Adingo asked, watching them keenly.

“The facts are there for us to see, indeed. I say we carry on with your plan, Adingo…Mr. Vice President. Badmus is a brilliant man with whom I have served on various committees in the past. I am in!” “Me too. Let us get down to work in mobilizing our various houses to stage a successful impeachment,” added Bello.

“This does not make sense,” Rosaline shouted, shedding tears profusely. “I wish my husband were still alive. Michael, you have yet to tell me what happened to my son. Doctor, how come my brother says my son died in an accident and there is no sign of car injuries or something of that sort on him. I don’t buy this. What happened to my son, Michael? That house next to ours was filled with soldiers that night. Who killed my son?”

Rosaline bent over, yanking off the overall that was covering Kufre’s body. “What are these?” She shouted. “Are these not bullet wounds?” “You are hysterical, Rosaline. You need some rest now,” Michael advised. “Who goes to rest when their son has been murdered in cold blood? Michael, you must tell me how my son died!!!” she shouted, grabbing her brother by his agbada. A soldier stepped in and freed the president from his sister’s grip. Rosaline threw herself to the ground in tears. “I did not want to tell you earlier, Rosaline. Kufre was shot by armed robbers. I wanted to lighten the pains for you, my dear sister. The people you saw in that house that night were armed robbers camouflaged as military men. Kufre must have gone there to have a look in when he was shot at,” Michael lied.  Why didn’t I think of this earlier? He reprimanded himself quietly.

“I don’t believe a word of what you say anymore, Michael. Power has changed you very much. I saw those men and their trucks. Armed robbers don’t have access to those military vehicles.” “They do, my sister. These people are very sophisticated these days. We are doing all we can to track them down. Please help her to her feet. She is too hysterical to deal with this now. Later, she will come around,” Michael ordered one of his military orderlies who helped the shattered Rosaline to her feet.

When Michael returned to the presidential villa, there was a letter waiting for him. The envelope was marked, URGENT, FROM THE SENATE. He frowned as he read it. “Simon!” He called to his secretary. “Yes, sir.” “How did this letter get here and when?” “It arrived from the senate dispatcher, sir. He said it was from the senate committee on ethics and corruption.” “Thanks,” he said picking up the phone on his desk. He dialed Duruike, the senate president. “Mr. President, good morning,” Duruike said. “This is not time for pleasantries, Duruike, what is going on?”

“What do you mean?” “I have this letter here with your signature on it. Why would the senate invite Colonel Sale to the house for hearing without my consent?” ‘Mr. President, if you look at article fifty, chapter four of the constitution of the Republic of Jinga, you’d see that the senate is acting well within the law. We have received information implicating Sale in illicit activities. In keeping with our mantra to stamp out corruption from our government, a mission that you have talked about a lot, we decided to question Sale by ourselves, against a backdrop of emanating overwhelming evidence.” “What evidence?”

“You are not the one under investigation, Mr. President, so you need not worry about that. Besides, where is Sale? Our efforts to reach him have proved abortive, which is the reason we contacted you to make him available, in case he has been sent on some sort of foreign mission by you.” “Yes, he is out of the country.” “Well, you should order him back into the country in less than twenty four hours.” “That won’t be possible.” “Well, you’d be subverting the course of justice. In fact, new evidence reaching my desk as we speak indicates that Sale is well within Ilude, at the Villa to be precise, so let’s not beat about the bush, Mr. President! Sale is to report to the house tomorrow morning!!!”

“Jasuma, how are your children?” Lekke asked the vice president’s chief cook. The vice president had stopped Lekke from making his meal, putting Jasuma in charge of his food. “They are fine, madam; thanks for asking.” “I hear your first daughter; Isseme is going to university this September, right?” “Yes, we are very excited.” “Time truly flies. I remember her as a little girl not long ago. So, how are you coping with the high university tuition and all that? You must have some hefty bills coming your way.” “Madam, we are fine, actually. My salary is decent. We will be alright.” “Well, nowadays, you have to think of sending her abroad for further studies in the UK or the USA, Canada or Australia. You have to plan ahead.” “I guess so, but some of us studied here at all levels and we are still fine, so if we can’t afford it, she will pursue her further studies here, if she wants to study further.”

“You are right, but what if you could afford to send her abroad for further studies?” “Of course, if I could, I’d send her for sure. What else am I working hard for?” “Then, you should be able to appreciate what I am about to say.” Jasuma who had been slicing onions dropped his knife and looked Lekke in the eye. “What if I offered you seven million Shillings, Jasuma?” Jasuma’s eyes opened wide with anticipation. Lekke maintained a smile on her face. “I am willing to write you a cheque for seven million Shillings, Jasuma. This remains between you and I, okay?” Jasuma nodded his head. He was still shocked.

“I want you to create a new account…one that no one else will have access to, or know anything about. I will transfer seven million Shillings into the account for you. If you open the account by tomorrow, the money will be in your account by day after tomorrow. That is even faster than writing a cheque. Just send me the account details and the money will be there. But, there is something I need from you, Jasuma.” Seven million Shillings was still reverberating in Jasuma’s ears. “There is something I will give you…a little something that I want you to add to my husband’s food; just his meal and no one else’s. You know, of late, there has been some friction between us and I want my husband back. Please don’t judge me; it is just a small love potion to make him love me again…”

“Are you sure it is just a love portion, madam?” “Of course, I love my husband to bits, Jasuma. I need his arms around me again. I want him to come seeking me out in bed at night. We… we have not been intimate with each other for some time now, and it is beginning to eat me up.” She began to cry. “It is okay, madam. There is no need to cry. I will see to that.” “Thank you so much Jasuma. God will bless you!” “No problem, madam.” “Here is the portion. Just spread it over his meal tonight okay?” “Yes madam, I will do that.” “Send me the account details tomorrow okay? I am very grateful for this.” “No worries, madam. I will send you the account information as you requested.”

9:30PM: “What did you make tonight, Jasuma?” The vice president asked. “I made your favorite, sir; fried rice and roasted chicken,” Jasuma answered. “You are amazing, just what I wanted.” Jasuma placed a tray of food on the dining table. “Enjoy your meal, sir.” “Thank you, Jasuma.” Adingo dug a spoon into the plate of rice with ravenous vigor, scooped a spoonful and happily delivered it to his waiting mouth. It tasted great.  He went after the fried rice and chicken with excitement, devouring the entire plate and asking for some more, before heading off to the shower and later to bed. Lekke had been monitoring the events of the night. She and Uloke, her husband no longer slept in the same room. She retired to her bed with excitement. In a matter of minutes, he will be dead meat, she thought with a malicious smile on her face as she turned off her bedroom light.

Michael’s phone rang, just before he headed to bed. “Who is this calling at such an ungodly hour?” he asked furiously, barking into the phone. “I have been waiting to hear from you, but it seems you did not take me seriously, Mr. President. The country will be awash with news of your sexual escapades with the vice president’s wife in the morning. Also, there will be mention of the fact that you are holding Sale in detention unconstitutionally. If he is not released by tomorrow morning and the money is not in the account I sent you by 5:00AM, I am afraid, your reputation will be gone for good,” Dinkara threatened.

The president thought for a moment. He could hear his own heart pounding. “I will have the money in your account by morning. As for Sale, I cannot release him yet. There are other issues I cannot explain to you right now. If I release him, he will be arrested by the secret service and he will be in worse hands. Believe me, he is safer with me. I will have you talk to him by phone in the morning. Ring by 7:00AM.” “No Mr. President, I will ring by 6:00AM.” “Okay, 6AM then.”

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