Secret in My Chest

It was Valentine’s Day eve, and Beauty, his girl friend, was at the center spot of his thinking. The room was dark, and he lay up inside the chest of his blanket and thought. Pages turned in his mind. The time yet was 22: 01 pm. hours and he waited to give her the first call by midnight on the dot. He was simply grateful to have a girl like her. He remembered how it all started. It was a fateful afternoon; the sun was hot up in the sky and was cooking the ground. Its heat pierced the skin and inflicted pain on it. He was in front of a high-rise building after descending a flight of stairs. His toe was almost to the tip of the road where he stood about to cross over to where his car was parked. The road was busy, as cars swashed by, humming along as they went. Pedestrians- daily commuters on foot- came and went to destinations they had not announced to any. He had just been to an interview with a celebrated lawyer over a certain argument raging in the society. Many, especially the bigwigs, had sent uproar into the air over the legality of the institution of a commission fighting fraud among public servants. The big boys were kicking against it, and so much noise was being made about it. Those at the bottom rung of the society welcomed the idea, but the bigwigs would rather breathe their last fighting to have the commission out of the way, so they could go on dealing illegal slices on public funds. Public money was taken away at large doses too large to be accommodated in a single bank. To outsmart public intelligence, they transacted money across borders to other banks outside the country. But the people would rather that the monies were invested within to create employment. The bigwigs, on the other hand, would rather not invest and get caught. That was for any unlucky one who was out of favour with the government of the day. Several schools of thought were thinking that the commission was an instrument used to intimidate notable political enemies. Anyone not in tune with the order of the day had it coming down heavily on such. Intrigues went on here and there in the corridors of power, and the led were at the receiving end. They ended up with bad governance, as their leaders were too busy inventing ways to cargo money out of the country at minimum suspicion. Peradventure, they would have a means to make ships and airplanes tiptoe with money outside the country without anyone noticing they had just done so.