“Joe Mzalendo. A name I got from my grandfather, customary to my commune. All I ever wanted was a good job after a degree from the University. I had scoured for quite some time without achievement. Most places, I could not meet the cut; despite my first class honors in Accounting and Finance. Experience was the qualification sought most, and which, I was short of. As it were, mine country Credonia, was not among those that had experience as part of the school curriculum, or, any other for that matter. Wondrously, I got a career I so much wished for and dreamt about, circadian. A senior accountant within the government. An event I categorized miraculous. Things never worked out akin to this in my country Credonia. Nothing was standing between my goals and me. Such a position was hard to come by, expressly, to a fresh University graduate. I swore to make all that was erroneous, veracious; and, to help as many persons as I could. Indeed, my grandfather envisioned the future. Mine name,

By the time he was turning back to try to save the game, it was too late for him. He did not lose his job though, no. He was forced to play this new game. This is what flipped everything and how his story began. Just a few years in power as the Cabinet Minister of Finance, it was time to renew his subscription. One day, as he was busy in his office working building the Nation, he got a call from one of the very few Cabinet Members they had initiated for office together. It was just a harmless call notifying him of a meeting he was to attend and later a ceremony. The meeting was scheduled for the afternoon of that day. Since he had a tight schedule for that afternoon, all he did was to request for postponement to evening. He was kept on hold for a while and then, the caller confirmed the postponement. Still, nothing was out of place according to him. He just assumed that the meeting was very important for all involved to be present. What he never knew was that, that call was a mark f

“Early this morning, signs of tension have been witnessed among the people of the Southern District. This is because of riots erupting and led to the death of several people as well as destruction of property. “Though the cause of the riots may not be clear, our sources say that, it had something to do with disagreement about leadership and the people’s welfare. This was after a word with several residents of this district and some of the victims. This is what our representative Maxwell from the District had for us about the matter,” Irene, the news anchor reported. “Thank you very much Irene. I am hear at the Southern District where people are tensed because of a riot that erupted at around 5 a.m. in the morning. From the very few people that have agreed to comment about it, they say that the problem may have started a while ago. “As we all know, the Southern District has been faced by many challenges that include shortages of food as well as insecurity. The riot is said to be beca

Indeed, John was prepared to take the Chosen through deploying this Perfect Weapon in the best and fastest way possible. First, they had to know what or who The Perfect Weapon was. Since their discovery of the moles sending them on a wild goose chase, John was not asleep. To prove this, he pulled out a huge file and placed it on the table. Before he opened the file to reveal the contents, he called it, The Perfect Weapon. Each one of them looked at each other wondering how the file was to be The Perfect Weapon and what could be inside. It was not long after and he got into answering their questions. He opened the file and took the first page. He placed it on the projector for all of them to see as he explained. In this page was the pictures of a few men. Some of these men the Chosen knew while others they knew nothing about. Those few that they knew happened to be top government officials. The rest that the Chosen knew nothing about, they had to let him tell them more about them. The

Unlike other occasions where the path was always cleared in advance, that day had to be different. The last thing Joe and his men needed at Judas’ sendoff was seeking special attention to themselves. Besides, the men in suits had to have a taste of what they were paid to do. As they squeezed their way to the car, Joe brushed his shoulders with a young lady. His guys were ready to take a toll on her but he stopped them. Indeed, they were willing to do what they were paid for, properly without doubt. Joe saw no reason for them to add pain to an already painful day. After all, they had just reached Joe’s motorcade. Besides, she was too innocent to even harm a fly let alone a Credonia’s Cabinet Minister of Finance. Minutes later, Joe was cruising on the highway back to the capital city of Credonia. A place where dreams came true as they said. It was also the heart of Credonia. Though it was painful to loose Judas, it was in the past. They had to let go off it only retaining the memory and