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Lekke dropped her phone, tucked herself into bed and hugged one of the many pillows around her. Come…come, Michael and make love to me, she thought to herself. Minutes later, she dozed off without turning off the table light beside the bed. Idriga, who had been at the door listening pushed the door open. He walked quietly to the bed and placed her hand over Lekke’s mouth. She woke and attempted to spring to her feet. She thought it was Michael. Her heart sank into her stomach when she opened her eyes and saw Idriga. “If you say a word, you are dead!” He warned her. He quickly gagged her mouth, and tied her hands behind her.

“What did that soldier bring to you?” he asked her. She stared at the drawer next to the bed. Idriga followed her eyes to the drawer. He opened it and took out the documents and money. “Running away, right? You people have destroyed the country for the sake of power and money. Now, you want to run away. You are going nowhere woman.” He tossed the bag containing the documents and US dollars in his backpack and ordered Lekke to follow him. Fearfully, she obliged. As soon as they were in the car, Idriga stepped on the accelerator and sped off.

Three cars pulled up in front of the guest house. Soldiers emerged rapidly from the cars and ushered Michael into the building. “Thank you; you can go outside now. I will be fine alone inside. Make sure the entire building is covered – watch from the back and the front of the house.” “Yes, sir.” The soldiers split into different units watching the entire building from every conceivable angle. Michael reached the first floor with elation. His was boiling with anticipation as he pushed the bedroom door open. “I am here to rock your world, baby!” he said, announcing his arrival to no one in particular.  He turned on the main lights but there was no sign of Lekke. “Are you hiding in the bathroom?” he asked as he reached for the bathroom door.

Lekke was nowhere to be found. A wave of fear overcame him. He dashed downstairs, managing to keep himself from shouting. As soon as he was safely amongst his security men, he fumbled through the pocket of his jean trousers for his phone. He dialed Lekke’s number. “Hello,” Idriga answered. Michael’s stomach sank into his stomach, crashing down like an air plane whose engines failed midair. “You should resign, Michael, else, I will record Lekke’s confession and place it on air by tomorrow. You may go to any lengths to buy the legislature, but you can’t buy me. You have a lot of property in the UK, France, Germany, and the US, not to talk of Brazil, China and Korea under Lekke’s name. She took the documents with her when she left the presidential Villa. I have those now, Michael…and I am willing to make them all public before I kill Lekke if you don’t resign. You have twenty four hours to resign, else, I will begin to fry you like French fries!”

Michael’s hand was shaking by the time Idriga hung up. He ordered the soldier to drive him back to the presidential Villa. He frantically dialed Bature’s phone number but it was off. The phone was lying on the beach, water drenched next to Bature’s dead body. “Where is he? Where is that buffoon?” He yelled as the presidential Toyota RAV4 rolled into the Villa. His legs creaked under the weight of his body as he dragged himself to his office. “Rocky! I need you to make some calls for me,” he said. “Sir, there is something on Channels TV you need to see,” Roky answered. “That can wait. I have more important things to do now!” “Sir, it is really serious.” Michael followed him to the office. He sank into a couch and peered morosely at the TV.

“Fellow Jingans, we have an important information to share with you with regards to the scandal rocking our beleaguered president, Dr. Michael Assimoke. It seems scandals are following him wherever he goes,” the newscaster on Channels TV announced. “This morning, he continued, “we received a videotape that will send chills through your veins. Please take a look at this tape.” A few second later, Sale’s voice came on air. “My name is Colonel Sale Nakondi, a loyal soldier and servant of this nation.  I am recording this message to speak the truth. My hands are not clean…yes, they are tainted with blood, the blood of innocent people. For the past five years, I have been the chief security officer of the president, Dr. Michael Assimoke. In my position, I did terrible things at the behest of the president.

“I killed three women who tried to blackmail the president for money…young girls that he had slept with. I was one of those who shot Linda Adingo, the late daughter of the vice president. I also led the men that shot Kufre, the president’s nephew. That was a mistake. We were hoping to shoot Idriga, the man falsely accused of killing Linda Assimoke. The president had made him a scapegoat in a cruel and inhuman attempt to cover his own tracks. For these, I am sincerely sorry. This is an attempt on my part to right most of the wrongs I did. My fellow, Jingans, I beg you to forgive me. I am working hard to bring down the evil regime of Michael Assimoke. I plan on handing myself to the police as soon as that evil man has left office. Of late, he placed me in detention without trial. “I managed to escape with the help of a dear friend.”

“Turn off that thing! Turn it off and get me the CEO of Channels TV on the phone right now!” Michael shouted. He was on his feet, fuming like the chimney of a coal mine. “But there is more, sir. I recorded this for you. You need to get to the end of it,” Roky enjoined him. “Get me the CEO on the line now!” he yelled. Roky sent someone to get the CEO of Channels TV on the phone. Shortly afterwards, Rosaline, Michael’s sister was on the phone to Channels TV.

“My name is Rosaline Assimoke-Ujah. Michael Assimoke, the president of Jinga is my brother. I can’t believe his men killed my son and he has been lying to me all this while. He is such an evil man. He…” Rosaline’s voice trailed off. “He killed our father and mother so he could inherit their wealth and rise to power as quickly as possible. I…I have been carrying this burden for years. He is a brutal murderer. The legislature should impeach him…demon!!!” Rosaline was yelling in anger.

Michael sat there watching. He was helpless. Channels TV CEO would not take his call and Bature was nowhere to be found.  Dinkara was on air shortly afterwards, divulging information on how Michael tried to bribe him. He released account numbers at Stanbic Bank with millions deposited in it by the president’s proxies. He had never been as helpless. He could hear thumping in his chest…loud thumping. Then suddenly, everything went blank. He began to jerk as he fell of his seat, rolling on the ground in pain. He had suffered a stroke!

“Mr. Vice President, here is your elusive wife. I extracted her from one of Michael’s guest houses in town. She was getting ready to leave for Brazil, sir.” “Thank you so much,” Adingo said as his men took hold of Lekke. She was handcuffed and led to a police truck. “Madam, can I ask you something?” Idriga asked. “What might that be?” she asked him caustically. “Did it not bother you that he, Michael killed your daughter? Your only daughter?” “She was not my daughter. Not yours either, Uloke. She condemned herself the moment she began to sleep with Michael knowing full well that he and I were an item.” “What do you mean, madam?”

“I had an abortion back in university, which damaged my uterus, so I will never have a child. When Uloke and his family began to breathe down my neck to have a child for him, I took care of the situation. I faked a pregnancy and left for the US to have a baby that I never conceived. I had already arranged with a prostitute in Lagos who got pregnant. I paid her handsomely to have the baby for me. In the end, I returned to the country and took hold of Linda from her whore mother. She turned out to be just like her mother. As for Uloke, he was busy chasing his business ventures while I claimed to be going through the rigors of pregnancy. He never really visited. That was when Michael and I began to see each other. I knew Michael killed Linda, but she meant nothing to me.”

Uloke Adingo was shocked to the marrow. “For many years, I thought I knew that woman, Idriga. Truth is, I knew nothing about her. Well, it is time for you to fly to Camuran to meet with your family. They are waiting for you in Bamenda. If you can, try to spend more time with your wife and kids.” “I plan on doing that, sir.” “Good. Say hi to them for me. If you want to, there is a job waiting for you as my chief security officer when you return.” “I will think about it, sir, and get back to you.” “Idriga!” “Sir.” “Thank you!” “You are welcome, sir!”

Lekke received a twenty year jail term for corrupt practices – money laundering, looting and racketeering. Uloke Adingo remarried having taken over as president. Michael Assimoke had been impeached the next day on the grounds of incapacitation, corruption, murder and treason. He remained under constant medical care, having suffered a severe stroke. Slowly but surely, Adingo began a fight against corruption in Jinga. Dr. Bello confessed his escapades to his wife and vowed to turn a new leaf.  Duruike, who had been working with Adingo all along in attempt to garner more evidence against Michael, returned all the money that Michael had wired to him to the government.

“Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!” Idriga’s children shouted on seeing him. He wrapped his arms around them. He lifted each of them high up and then put them back down. “Again!” Each of them demanded. “Good to see you again, darling,” his wife said. He took her in his arms and kissed her passionately. “Gross,” their children said, closing their eyes. “Wait till you grow up,” Idriga said jokingly. With their parents and the kids, they had a happy get together all evening, eating, talking, laughing and hugging.

In Ilunga, Michael lay moribund on the bed. Saliva drooled from his mouth and phlegm hung constantly down his nose. He had lost his ability to talk.  He stared around as Rosalind, who had taken over the family business cleaned his mouth and nose. “Sometimes, I wonder why I do this. Sometimes, I want to kill you, but I guess the grace of God helps me to come in to look after you. You were evil for too long, my brother. You raided the lives of numerous good people. If there was another life, I hope you are a better man, brother,” she said as she cleaned him.

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Victor Chinoo

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