( I AM PRESIDENT MAMUD)
©️Opeyemi Ojerinde Akintunde
Mamud was walking into the Presidential Villa of Nirato. His aides walked by him. Isire came down the stairs to welcome him from his trip. His heart welled up in Joy at the sight of his wife and two daughters.
“Welcome my First man and the First man in the country”. Isire has said
Nirato had become a great place thanks to Mamud. He had fought the wicked elders of Nirato who refused to ask for the independence of Nirato from Iskelon. Iskelon was the ruling nation in terms of technology and civilization. Due to their technological power, many countries sold themselves to them making their countries colonies to Iskelon for years and decades.
Mamud changed the narrative….
It was a long road and trouble full journey for that young boy of 15 years Old who left his settlement as a criminal.
“ How was the meeting?” Isire asked him
“ Nothing extraordinary… “ Mamud answered
“ Is there something I need to pray about?” Isire asked
Mamud smiled knowing Isire’s trick. She used Prayer as a way of getting him to voice whatever his issues were.
“ Just pray, everything will be fine!” Mamud said
“ That is too general… “ Isire insisted
“ Isire! Let me be” Mamud snapped
Isire and his daughters jumped back in fear. They knew Mamud, despite being the most loving person in the world, his anger was not something you took lightly…
“ Sebrena and Minaya… go to your rooms, Dad needs some rest!” Isire said
“ Isire, are you saying I am worked up and about to become crazy? I have told you not to paint me as a bad person in front of my kids” Mamud said
Isire didn’t like the turn of events…
The aides knew what was coming, so they excused themselves quietly
“ I didn’t say that, you snapped and that is a clear indication you are pissed at something. I felt you needed time alone…”
“ I did not snap!” Mamud said raising his voice like a LION
“ You did!” Isire said in defense.
Mamud was about to hit Isire when his daughter Sebrena screamed…
Mamud refrained Himself while Isire ran to her room…
As The newly Elected President of Nirato Republic after many years of slavery as a colony under Iskelon, the responsibilities on his shoulders were way mightier than he expected.
He had cabinet members who were elected as well by the people who still had the colony mentality in them. He had Country men who were way older than him who still wanted him to rule the country like a colony. They wanted him to still copy the Iskelon way of ruling…
“ The people need to be treated as slaves, you don’t just pick a slave and hurriedly put him on a glass table, he will break it!”
“ Prof Ashkian, are you saying we should leave the education system the way it is?”
“ No, what I am saying is, we should still leave them to continue with the system we have on ground, Let the general populace attend the schools we have here and let the privileged children go abroad, learn the skills , return back to the country and better our land!” Prof Ashkian had said to him
“ Professor, I totally disagree with that. I want a close border as regards everything in Nirato. We need to train our children topnotch. If people like you know that your children are being educated in Nirato, you will pump in your finance into the education sector… But No, you spend 3 million Nirato Nevas on your daughter’s eduction in Iskelon every term. That is what pays for over 300 regular students in Nirato schools….!” Mamud had said angrily… He was about raising his voice when Rimire cleared his throat!
Mamud knew what that was. Rimire was his anger management employee. He was always with him at all meetings, so he wouldn’t mess up…
“ I AM PRESIDENT MAMUD and whatever I say is final! This meeting is Over!” Mamud said, walking out angrily…
That was few hours earlier, he had cancelled all other meetings heading straight home. He wanted to clear his head and his only thoughts was to be with his wife and daughters.
Isire didn’t help matters as she was trying to ask him about the meeting again. Mamud felt terrible about losing it again. He wanted to go straight to Isire’s room but he needed time to himself. He was still pissed at Professor Ashkian.
He got into his Private room and stood in front of his Mirror. His Mirror was his best friend. He told it everything he wanted to hear or not…
” Is the close border rule for the educational sector of Nirato a wrong step?” He asked his mirror ….
( I AM PRESIDENT MAMUD)
©️Opeyemi Ojerinde Akintunde
Prof Ashkian sat at his table for dinner, but food wasn’t going past his mouth.
“ Who does he think he is, what does he know about politics? We thought he would be a puppet that was why we allowed him to have that seat, now he wants to fight us…”
“ Father point of correction! You didn’t put him there, the people did. They voted for him! I VOTED for him!” Bereto, Prof Ashkian ‘s only son said to him across the table. His daughters were also seated on the table. Ladies were not allowed to speak about politics in Professor Ashkian’s house, so on that matter his wife and two daughters kept mute despite having so much to say…
“ You voted for him because I said you should!” Prof Ashkian said to Bereto
“ No! I voted on my own volition!” Bereto was the only one who could look his father in the eye…
“ Well, I am still part of those who made him become president, because we made the election free and fair. We could have rigged the election” Prof Ashkian said arrogantly
Bereto laughed so hard his stomach did hurt him…
“ Father, there was no way you could have rigged this election… It was a One man election as far as everyone was concerned or did you think people would have accepted Hidoko as President. That Proud thing! I will do better as a cleaner than Hidoko will do as a president!” Bereto said
Prof Ashkian realized he had lost this battle with Bereto, all the youths of Nirato were Mamud lovers. He could never do wrong in their eyes….
“ How do I get rid of this boy, before he destroys my source of livelihood?” Professor Ashkian thought silently as he relaxed into his dining chair….
The education sector was his source of income. For years he had entered a secret aggreement with the Iskelon government. As long as he encouraged people to attend the Iskelon schools and pay exorbitant fees, he got 20% on every student fee.
Mamud was about to stop his flow of income if he introduced the closed border form of education.
“ Can you tell me a little about Professor Ashkian?” Mamud had invited a close friend of Professor Ashkian to the Nirato Presidential quarters. Mamud had made his findings. Ashkian and this friend of his had gone their separate ways when things went sour between them,but from reliable source, Mamud was told that this friend of his knew Ashkian like the back of his hands…
“ Knowing Ashkian well, he is already plotting your downfall, be it death or something less severe but could ruin your career.” His friend said
“ Like?” Mamud asked
“ A scandal or possibly Blackmail . Mr President, I hope you don’t have a terrible past or buried secrets that could be a weapon in the hands of Ashkian. I am sorry if you do, I will suggest you dance to Ashkian’s tune or tender your resignation, because if Ashkian finds this secret of yours, he will make a mess of you!” Ashkian’s friend said and fear immediately gripped Mamud’s heart…
A buried secret?
What he had in his past was beyond a buried secret…His past was a Mess.
Published By: Ifeoluwa ORISAKAHUNSI