The minister left the State House in the countenance of one who had needle in his vein. Before he stalked out of the house, Mr. President had given him forty eight hours to get access to me and clench the loan otherwise he would be impeached.
The impeachment he thought was going to happen in seven days had been subsided to forty eight hours. As soon he left the state house, he went about sourcing for a mogul that could help him with ten million dollars so that he could have access to me.
In few hours, the minister had sweated profusely and lost pounds in his bid to find any mogul that could help him with ten million dollars. He had most of such moguls as friends but it was something to be pals and it was another thing to trust someone with your money.
In twenty four hours, the minister was yet to get a mogul who could help him with ten million and he cursed me in his head. “It would never be well with you Mike Don,” he thought and wiped his face of the sweat that surged on it. “How could you be so cruel as to make such policy? Why must you make it a compulsory thing to have ten million dollars in your account before one could meet with you…?”
He kept cursing me in his mind as he thought about the way forward now. The scorching sun was gradually giving way for dusk and it just dawned on him that he had barely twenty four hours to get the loan from me.
He never expected to get into my trap. Not only did he find it embarrassing, but also dehumanizing and shameful that a serving minister couldn’t afford ten million.
Jaded, the minister sucked a deep breath and decided to go home, pack up his belongings and get ready to be impeached by Mr. President.
With his shoulders swallowed in frustration and his countenance filled with ruin, he never thought his administration was going to face a waterloo as this.
After sleeping over his trouble at his recess and staying up all night, an idea finally hit him in the head. He would have to swallow his pride and do it anyways.
At dawn, he drove straight to the State House, had a prayer of hope within himself and advanced to the office of the president. When he got in, the president was reading a newspaper and relaxing to some glasses of Tom Collins.
Before he got in, he had decided to beckon on Mr. President to help him with ten million dollars just so he could have access to me. He would promise to return the ten million immediately he was done with me…
Already Mr. President had smelled his heady perfume the moment he got in and there was no need swirling around to see who just got in. With his gaze settled on the paper, his lips smacking a sip at his Collins, and his back at the minister, the president sounded, “Has he given you the loan?”
The minister’s oxford almost stuck into the marbled floor the moment he paused , and swallowed hard. He would have to tell him what idea that came on his mind the other night.
“No, His Excellency,” his voice was starved of enthusiasm and vigor. His gaze leveled at him and he never argued Mr. President was about to blow hot at him. Without hesitation he sounded yet further, “I thought it pertinent to see you, His Excellency.”
“What excuse do you have again, honorable minister? Did Mike Don tell you to bring your life this time before you could see him? You promised to borrow the money from your rich pals so what happened? Were you able to get the money?” He stole a sip from his Collins and still lacked the urge to turn his gaze at him.
The minister mourned the fear and hopelessness that banged at his thought now. He only managed to say, “That is the reason I am here, His Excellency…I” he stuttered and clenched his jaw to speak fluently, “I thought it wise to seek your help, since the loan in question won’t just be beneficial to me alone but to the entire nation…” his voice dispersed the moment Mr. President turned his gaze finally at him.
“Speak I am all ears. What is the pertinent issue you want us to discuss? Have you discovered another richer money bag than Mike Don who could loan us the money without the oil well?”
The minister interposed, “No! No! Not at all! Far from it. Besides presently I don’t think there is any money bag that is richer than Mike Don. The true heir to the Saint Don Group has proven to be the god of wealth….”
The president interposed him arrogantly, “Is that the pertinent issue you have come to discuss with me, huh?”
The minister shook his head in disapproval and felt like sinking to his knees before making his demand, “Um His Excellency , could you please credit my account with ten million dollars so that I can get the pass to meet with Mike Don?”
Mr. President stared him down before sounding, “Why would I credit your account with ten million whereas you are supposed to have it in your account as a serving minister!” He raised his voice, “You have already dishonored yourself before the world richest man and I am disappointed in you…”
The minister molded his arms and pled, “Please his Excellency, family problems and debts have not allowed me to have savings. Please I just need you to help me with the money so that I can gain access to meet with Mike Don and collect the loan. Indeed it is shameful that I can’t afford ten million dollars in my account. I promise this won’t repeat itself again…”
Through clenched teeth, he sounded, “I am just going to help you because I need the loan, else you are supposed to suffer the ruin of being a broke ass and for looking down on Mike Don,” he cautioned him for the last time with his hostile eyes and added, “Get me the accountant general for your account to be credited immediately. I need the loan in few minutes.”
“Thank you, His Excellency,” finally he let a breath of relief.
A surprise called on…