Madam Minister: At Breakfast

Ndi, Kate, Isabel, Nene, and Dr. Soso Monteseri at Breakfast ( Part 7 )

The phone rang. She stretched, threw off the blankets, and grabbed it.
“How are you doing?”
“Still on bed. You woke me up.”
“Sorry, dear. I wanted to know you got home early.”
“Oh! Nice of you.”
“Seeing you today?”
She looked at the time on the dial.
“For good sake, Andrew. This is 7:20 a.m.”
“Oh! Good morning my royal highness.”
She laughed. Then said, “Tricky old fool.”
The UK diplomat laughed too.
“I better be,” he said.

Madam Minister (part 6)

Ekaite had been part of this escapade for months. She knew what would happen. Waiting on her Madam to jaunt, and then would tiptoe back into the room to clean up any mess.

She got there on time. And pulled Madam up to the bed. Covered her in blankets. And began tidying up.

Madam Minister (Part 5)

Madam Minister (Part 5)

Then his car veered into a screeching reverse, skirted round a turf, and halted. Then revved, and zoomed off.

Madam Minister (Part Four)

Where was Madam Minister?
What happened to her husband, Dr Monteseri (Part Four)

Her phone began to ring. Vibrating, it  jostled across the tea table. She caught it, put it off, and threw it into her purse.
Then she smiled at her visitor.
“I’m sorry for the interruption. Do you need more tea,” she asked.

Madam Minister ( Part Three )

Dr Monteseri's Decision

He lifted Nene to her bed, cleaned the cut wrist. and lay a plaster on it.

He gave her ORT.

“Ekaite, wash this towel and get more warm water.”

“Yes Sir,” she said.

“Massage her body. She is feverish. I will look for drugs.”

“Yes Sir,” she said, and hurried out with the towel in the bowl.

He picked the razor and the slashed doll, and walked downstairs.

“Chatie, put these away.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I’ll be back in a jiffy.”

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Madam Minister (Part Two)

Madam Minister (Part Two)

The gates rolled on the metal rail. Then clanked shut.  The sound of Madam Minister’s car  receded into the distance. Dr Monteseri scurried upstairs. Within minutes, he had dressed up in a light blue denim jacket and trousers and canvasses, and was rushing down stairs. He passed through the lounge into the dining room.

Madam Minister

Madam Minister


















Sirens pierced and blasted the cool morning air. Convoy of black jeeps swerved into the drive way. And halted. Her secretaries alighted.  And headed to toward the lobby.