Mr President is Corrupt

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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.