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“Did you convey my message to the vice president?” Idriga asked Kasaru over the phone. “Yes, I did.” “What did he say,” Idriga asked excitedly, desperately waiting for information…some form of succor out of his nightmare. “He is eager to hear more from you. With everything going on, he doesn’t know who to trust, so he wants to meet you privately for some evidence in support of your allegations against the president.” “Where and when does he want to meet?” “As soon as possible. Just tell him when you can meet him and he will talk to you. He has arranged a meeting tentatively at one of his secret lodges in the Matama area of the capital city. If you can make it there in two days, sometime around 7:00PM, he will be there. He said to send you the address as soon as you are ready…that is, if you want to meet with him in person.” “Of course I want to meet with him. I have information about his slain daughter and I want to clear my name from this mess. I will meet him there in two days.” “Good. Here is the address, if you have a pen there.”

Kasaru gave him an address over the phone which he carefully wrote down. “Okay, we will see you in two days,” Kasaru said. “Sure, Kasaru, I really appreciate this. I look forward to seeing you in two days. So, can I get the vice president’s number now?” “I am sorry, Idriga. I would love to give you his number, but I he prefers to meet with you in person first.” “Okay, that’s fair enough.” “Bye, my friend!” Kasaru echoed. “Bye, Kasaru!”

“Did he agree to come?” Sale asked Kasaru expectantly. “Yes!!! He will be at the address in two days, by 7:00PM.” “Good job Kasaru. You have earned another promotion for yourself.” “Thank you, sir.” Kasaru hung up, peered aimlessly at his Sceptre X505BV-F 50 Energy Star High Definition TV. A sinister smile colonized his face momentarily, just as a male face on the Sceptre X505BV-F 50 Energy Star HD TV smiled backing at him, as though they were in direct communication. “Honey!!!” He called to his wife who was cooking jollof rice in the kitchen. The aroma of the jollof rice wafted tantalizingly past his nostrils. “It sounds like you can smell my jollof rice, love. I can hear excitement in your voice,” his wife, Eunice said elatedly. “You are a smart woman, my darling. You can tell when I am excited, sad or in deep thought. Yes, you are right…both for your jollof rice and for the fact that we should be planning another big trip to Paris!”

“Paris!!!” Exclaimed Eunice who was now standing between the kitchen and the living room. Kasaru had turned down the volume of the Sceptre X505BV-F 50 Energy Star HD TV. He was smiling from ear to ear. “Yes, my love, Paris indeed!!!” “How come? I would go to Paris every day, so don’t get me wrong, but we were there this year, and you complained about the cost.” “A promotion is on the line, my love. I got some inside scoop that I might be up for promotion with a bumper salary.” Eunice dropped into his laps and kissed him. “You are such a hardworking man, so I am not surprised. Should I start packing for a trip to Paris Now?” “Yes, my love. Go and pack. First, let me have a plate of that jollof rice before you start packing.” Eunice walked towards the kitchen, while Kasaru watched her backside, which moved in an undulating pattern as he increased the volume of the TV again.

“I could use something else apart from the jollof rice,” he said with a smile. “And what might that be?” Eunice asked she turned to face him. “I’d rather you face the other way, my love. I was just looking at it before you turned.” “Silly man. Have your jollof rice first, and then I can serve you that one. Anything to make this trip to Paris happen!” Eunice replied jokingly.

Idriga watched the building carefully. The inside lights were on. He peered at his watch, which was illuminated by the gaze of a full moonlight. It was not 7:00PM yet. He lurked behind a line of flowers, clutching a gun he had bought in the black market in Mirna on his way down. He took the longest route back to the capital, Ilude to avoid police checkpoints. Even though he had shaved off his mustache and hair, he was careful to take back country roads where there were fewer policemen, and those he encountered, knew very little about the nationwide manhunt. He clutched the pistol ready to make a run for it at the appointed time. Thoughts of his wife, children, parents and parents in-law deluged his mind. His efforts to reach Izunga had proved abortive. He could not connect to Izunga’s mobile line and his landline was not being picked either. He was terribly worried.

“Is everyone in position?” Colonel Sale asked, speaking into the radio. “Yes, sir!!!” His men echoed. They were hiding in and around the building. There were ten snipers on the roofs of the surrounding buildings. Inside, soldiers were hiding in all sorts of places, heavily armed with machine guns. There was absolutely no escape route for Idriga. “Do not hesitate to gun him down at sight, snipers. The moment you sight him from a distance, shoot him down,” Sale ordered. “Yes, sir!!!” Voices echoed over the radio. Sale was on the roof of the house, hiding behind a pillar. That offered him a vantage point from where he could observe everything.

7:00PM: Idriga began to creep slowly towards the house. When he got close enough, he called Kasaru. “Are you going to be at the meeting?” he asked. “No, the vice president wants to talk to you in private. This is a very delicate matter,” Kasaru explained. “I understand. Thanks again for arranging this.” “You are welcome, Idriga. It was my pleasure.” Kasaru smiled as he hung up. He could not help but think of a trip to Paris at the expense of Idriga, who was about to walk into a death trap. Come back in the bedroom, baby!” Kasaru shouted to his wife. “I am dying to make love to you, my love.” “But we just made love!” His wife retorted jokingly as she walked back into the bedroom. She was half naked, clad in underpants with no top.

Idriga shut off the phone he had bought in Mirna as well and tucked it into his pocket. He made sure he had everything he needed. He had a rented car parked waiting on the street. He paused to say a short prayer. Then, he began to creep towards the house, hiding under the cover of the flowers.

Sale peered into the darkness. He saw a figure cautiously approaching the house. He placed a pair of binoculars over his eyes and peered intently into them. He could not make out the height of the figure clearly, yet he gave the order. “If he reaches the big tree, gun him down. I think it is him!” he ordered, still peering into the binoculars. The cautious figure turned back just before reaching the tree. He turned and began to walk away, swiftly. “Do we shoot him, sir?” A sniper asked. “Wait, I am not sure it is him. Why would he walk away?” Sale asked. “What if it is him and he is walking away?” A sniper asked. “I think it is him, sir. Let’s shoot him now.” “Shoot him now!” Sale ordered. The snipers rained bullets on the shadowy figure. Their guns were silenced, so the gunshots were muffled.

The figure slumped languidly to ground and blood dripped from his mouth. Soldiers on ground ran to the body, lifted it up and dragged it briskly into the building. Sale ran downstairs, scaling two steps at a time. “It is not him, sir” One of the soldiers announced to him. Sale was breathing hard. “Who is it? What was he doing here?” he shouted. “I think I know him, sir,” one of the soldiers announced. “Who is he?” “I have seen him a number of times, sir. He normally jumps into the compound looking for things to make away with. He is the son of the next door neighbor, sir.” “Next door what?” Sale asked. His eyes were filled with horror. “Next door neighbor, sir.” The soldier reiterated. “The next door neighbor is the president’s sister,” Sale announced. There was pin-drop silence in the garage as they all stared at the dead body of the young man.

“You said he agreed to be here at 7:00PM!!!” Sale shouted into the phone, yelling at Kasaru. “Yes, sir, he did,” Kasaru replied. He was lying naked beside his wife. “He is not here!” “It is only 7:05, sir. He will still come. If you have sent men out in the street, he may have spotted them and disappeared. You know him…he is very thorough. He would not come immediately at 7:00PM. He’d wait to find out if this was genuine, sir.” “Are you trying to teach me my job?” Sale barked at him.” “No, sir.” Sale hung up angrily, unable to decide what to do next. “Everyone, take your positions,” he shouted into the radio, dashing back to his post.

“Is everything okay?” Eunice asked Kasaru. “No, everything is not okay,” A baritone voice answered before Kasaru could say a word. The figure of Idriga was standing by the door with a gun in hand. The gun was pointed at Kasaru and Eunice. Eunice quickly covered herself with a bed sheet as Idriga flipped on the lights. “What are you doing here?” Kasaru asked, his voice filled with fear.


Written by:
Victor Chinoo

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