Messiah. That was what your citizens were calling you. It started with a lone statement by someone on Facebook—a joyous citizen, one of the many who have benefited from your well-thought-out policies—and within weeks, the name had spread like the pandemic the country just came out from. Messiah. Such a glorious name for the President of Nigeria.

You finished signing the sheaf of documents, shifted it to your right, and reached for the next pile. Just then, your private and secure phone rang. You were surprised because you knew that only three people had your direct line: the Vice President, the Chief of Staff, and your wife, the First Lady of the Republic.

The caller was an unknown person, and it baffled you that such a security breach was possible. You picked the call, transferred it to the speaker, and opened the file of documents.

"Hello Mr. President," a cold, male voice said, "or should I say Miss President?"

Your blood froze instantly; there was only one person in the world who knew the secret of your past. There were only two secrets you would take to your grave: how you came to be the president of the country and who you really are.

"Uh... who is this?" You did not intend to stutter, but your voice betrayed you because you were well aware of who the person on the other end of the line was.

"The tremor in your voice tells me that I should have addressed you with the latter. So let me address you properly: Good afternoon Miss President. I trust you are doing well? I am calling you because I want you fulfill the promise you made before you were turned into the person you are today," he replied. There was a sinister tone in his voice that chilled your blood further.

"Listen Martin—"

"So you still remember my name? Yet you forgot the promise of ten billion dollars you made that would be effected once you became the vice president? It's been two years now. Why have you not fulfilled your promise?" he thundered. You darted a look at the door, hoping that your Chief of Staff would delay the meeting you had with him. No one would know of this.

"All I'm asking is a little more time. It's just been three years since the country came out of the Covid-19 pandemic; there is no way I can bring out such a huge amount of money without raising eyebrows," you pleaded. Yes, the President of Nigeria should not be weak, should not beg anyone, but every rule had an exception.

"That is your headache, madam. By this time tomorrow, I'll send you the address you will bring the money to—in person. If you fail to show up, then your citizens will know the trickster that is in Aso Rock. Good day." He clicked off, leaving you totally cold and scared.

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