“You told me you destroyed it. How did your mum got it then!”
“Dad I’m sorry, I didn’t know what I was thinking.” Jake said.
His father paced back and forth with confused look on his face. “You’re such a__” the knock on the door didn’t let him finish his sentence.
“Sorry for the interruption Mr President,” the guard pleaded and he shook his head to state the matter. “The Chief Justice is here.” He announced.
“Alright, thank you Andrew. Tell him I’ll be right down,” he said and the guard closed the door, then he turned to his son as if to say something, but nothing could come out at the moment. “We’re not done!” He said and slammed the door behind.
Jake scratched his head, almost removing the hair from its scalp. “What have I done.” He muttered those words continually.
Mr Adewale came down the stairs with smiles as the Chief Justice looked up to him. “Israel,” he stretched his hands. “It’s so good to see you in person. I never thought you would have the time to come at short notice.” He said.
“Oh come on,” the Chief Justice slapped the air with one hand. “The president asked to see me, how could I say no to that. Besides, I wanted to know what was so important that I had to come myself. Your secretary sounded so urgent on the phone.” He replied and Mr Adewale was all smiles again.
“He did exactly what I told him.” He said.
“Okay, I’m here. Talk to me.” He moved closer a bit. “What is going on?” The Chief Justice whispered.
Mr Adewale took a brief survey of the entire sitting room, then strolled to him and said. “It’s a matter of life and death. And Tukur is involved.”
“Involved, how?” He glanced back to a chair as Mr Adewale offered him to sit.
Meanwhile, Victoria’s phone rang, she took it and looked at it and it was her friend, Kemi. She sounded worried. “Calm down, tell me what the problem is. Or is it my daughter?”
“No, it’s not her.” Kemi answered over the phone.
“Mahmoud and Taye, are they alright?” She asked again.
“Yes, yes.” Kemi said and Victoria sighed loudly of relief. “It’s not about them, it’s about me.”
“Are you having problems with your husband or what exactly?” She wanted her to be specific.
“Also no. Listen Bimpe, I need to see you. There’s somethings that happened a week ago and I can’t get it out of my mind. Please, can you come?”
“Sure, sure. I’ll be there soon. I’ll just take permission from Wale first and I’ll be on my way.” She said and aborted the call, she had a worried look on her face.
“As I’m saying__”
“I’m sorry for the interruption,” Victoria said.
“Not at all Madam.” The Chief Justice assured her.
“I want to visit the Solas, Kemi just called me some moments ago__”
“Just don’t be late.” Mr Adewale said with a smile. “I know when the two of you get together, it’s like when two magnets meet. Very hard to separate.” He joked and they laughed.
Watching her leave the sitting room, the Chief Justice turned to Mr Adewale. He had heard everything from him, and he knew action was to be taken against the General. “Do you have the CD here with you?” He asked.
“Of course, it’s in my office. I just have to go and get it,” he stood up and looked up the stairs and called for their maid, Wasila. And as always, she answered quickly. Then he ordered her to get the Chief Justice some soft drinks as he go and get the CD from his office. It was a minute walk. “Sit back and relax, I’ll be with you shortly.” He chuckled as he went out of the house.
“Let me do it sir.” Wasila offered.
“No, no. I can open and pour the drink myself. Thank you very much.” He replied.
“You’re welcome sir.” She curtseyed and went back inside.
Mr Adewale had just reached his office door, and he still had a smile on his face. He was so happy that everything would finally come to an end. Once General Tukur is put behind bars for his mischievous acts. “Morning David, how’re you? Thank you.” He exchanged pleasantries with the guard by the door before he jumped inside. Getting into his office, he went straight to his desk and opened the drawer with the key in his hand. And to his dismay, the CD he kept hidden inside was gone, the drawer was empty. How come? He thought. How did this happened!” He shouted and the guard ran inside to see the President with a shock expression.
“Is everything alright sir?” He asked and Mr Adewale danced on his leather chair with his hands and head on the table.
He rose up his head and saw him still standing by the door side. Then cleared his throat and the expression on his face. “Yes, everything is fine. Where’s Peter?” He asked.
“He isn’t here yet sir. And I’m not sure he’ll be coming today.”
Mr Adewale sighed, still moving from left to right on his chair. “That’s unusual of him. It’s alright. You can go.” He dismissed him.
© Abdulrahman Muhammad
