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Preface
He
was a handsome intelligent young man. He walked straight across the soft carpet
to meet the Queen, his head held up, smiling. This was not his first time. It
is the sixth time of meeting Her Majestic the Queen. The last time they met in
Buckingham Palace was to inform Her Royal Majestic that he won the election and
would need her consent. But today was different. Her Majestic had asked for his
opinion on a matter of utmost important, on a matter, if not handled carefully
will inflame the sub region. He had careful studied the report repeatedly, and
each time this peculiar words keep coming back to his senses. ‘They are
fantastically corrupt.’
“What...
excuse me,” asked Her Majestic.
He
knew the cameras were on him. He gave his best smiles, and whispered again into
her ears, “They are fantastically corrupt, Your Majestic.”
It
went viral on social Media. Ide was about switching off the TV and go back to
work, when the news came. His heart sank. He became angry. His country was
the most corrupt in world. Nothing anyone could do about it. No law could
apprehend them. The thieves were ghosts. Why should he say something as
bad as this to the Her Majestic, he deliberated. Then he went to the double
window….
His phone rang.
Then
he pushed down another button, linking both the Director
of
Operations and a memory disc, and then picked up the call.
“Milè
Agency,” he announced calmly.
“Ide,
please... board the next available flight to Nigeria. See you at my private
residence, Awolowo Lawns immediately. My PS will direct you. Call 09-111000.”
Then the one-sided conversation ended….This was the call that began the hunt
for the faceless ghosts. That brought Ide face to face with Mr. President, the
cabals, AND HIS PAST.
