James Keenan, a charismatic and pragmatic leader, had etched his presence onto the canvas of campus life, each stroke of influence carefully painted with a blend of charm, intelligence, and strategic prowess. As his time on campus neared its conclusion, James faced the pivotal task of anointing a successor to safeguard the legacy he had meticulously crafted. His journey as a leader began with an innate ability to navigate the intricate web of campus politics. James possessed a magnetic charisma that drew peers and followers alike into his orbit. It was a charisma underlined by an acute understanding of human dynamics and an uncanny knack for reading the pulse of the student body. His leadership style was not one of brute force but of influence and persuasion, creating a formidable aura that permeated through lecture halls, social gatherings, and clandestine meetings alike. The key to James' success lay in his pragmatism. He recognized the importance of alliances and connections, weav
George, a transfer student hailing from the University of Jos, wore a facade of affability and approachability that masked his true identity. While perceived by many as a happy-go-lucky and friendly individual, George harbored a secret leadership role within the Eagles. His transfer to the current campus was orchestrated to shield him from a potential scandal unfolding in the north, one that had the potential to implicate him and numerous figures in authority. Despite his seemingly unassuming exterior, George stood on the brink of a revelation that could reshape the dynamics of influence. In the intricate dance of campus politics, George's covert leadership was a factor known only to a select few, and James, as the orchestrator of this clandestine ballet, understood the strategic significance of this revelation. The metaphorical initiation of the snake represented a move characterized by finesse, subterfuge, and a keen understanding of the complex power structures in play. I
The array of options laid before James outlined promising pathways into the political landscape, each position reflecting the weight of his past contributions. The listed choices were as follows:Senior Special Assistant to the Minister of Commerce (Immediate entry).Senior Special Assistant to the Minister of Internal Affairs (Immediate entry).Senior Special Assistant to the Minister of External Affairs (Requires further training).Special Assistant, Interpol (Requires further training).Senior Special Assistant to the Minister of Finance (Immediate entry).These roles presented immediate entry opportunities, while others required additional training, signifying a shift toward more specialized and impactful spheres. The allure of political power beckoned James, and the immediate entry roles stirred excitement within him. However, his ambitions stretched beyond the local arena; he aspired for positions at the federal level or in the interna
Beatrice woke up to the familiar sound of her mother's voice on the phone. In the haze of sleep, she mumbled a response, "Hey, Mom... just waking up." Marian, recognizing the grogginess in her daughter's voice, chuckled and said, "You sound like you're still in lala land. Call me when you're alive and kicking. Oh, by the way, Mrs. Williams is interested in ordering hampers for Christmas." The mention of Mrs. Williams and Christmas hampers instantly brought a touch of alertness to Beatrice. "Sure, Mom. I'll call you back when I'm more awake. And about the hampers, let me know the details, and I'll take care of it," she replied, her mind gradually shaking off the remnants of sleep. As Beatrice hung up, she stretched and yawned, realizing that the day was already in motion. Christmas hampers were a significant part of her mom's business, and managing such orders required attention to detail. With a renewed sense of wakefulness, she decided to freshen up quickly
Harry decided to forgo sending his driver and opted to go himself. With the girls in the car, Shola couldn't help but admire Beatrice's early rise considering the night they had. "I dreamt about you talking to your mum, and you sounded excited," Shola remarked.Beatrice laughed, dismissing the dream notion. "You didn't dream, dum-dum. I was talking to my mum, and yes, I made my first 10 million today with twenty hamper sales. They should be delivered by the end of this week."Harry, who had been driving while the girls conversed, chimed in with curiosity, "You mentioned you were happy about your sales on the phone, and I was going to ask you: what do you sell?" Beatrice, always eager to share her entrepreneurial spirit, began recounting the genesis of her budding business venture."Well, it all started with a passion for creating beautiful gift hampers. I noticed there was a gap in the market for premium, carefully curated hampers, especially during festive seas
As they stepped outside the restaurant, the sound of footsteps rapidly closing in caught their attention. Beatrice turned to see James reaching out to grab her arm, but she deftly sidestepped his attempt. Shola and Harry observed the scene, their expressions a mix of confusion and curiosity. James, realizing the need for privacy, apologized to Shola and Harry, explaining that he wanted to have a quick word with Beatrice.Shola, aware of the history between Beatrice and James, exchanged a knowing glance with Harry, who was left in the dark about the sudden tension. The lunch they had just shared seemed amicable, leaving Harry puzzled about the unexpected turn of events. He looked at Shola, silently seeking an explanation, and Shola's expression conveyed that there was indeed some history between Beatrice and James.James, acknowledging the complexity of the situation, was ready to address whatever lingering issues existed between him and Beatrice. The air was charged wi
The next morning, Beatrice briskly left the hostel, eager to immerse herself in the day's classes. The experiences from her eventful summer, which had spurred her into starting her own business, were proving to be a catalyst for success. Favors seemed to align effortlessly on her path, and the dividends of her entrepreneurial venture were beginning to manifest. Pharmaceutical orders for hampers were pouring in, Mrs. Williams' order was secured, and she held hopeful anticipation for Harry's potential order. Determined not to let anything hinder her progress in both business and academics, Beatrice, armed with versatile skills and impeccable multitasking abilities, efficiently planned, prioritized, and executed her responsibilities. The seamless coordination of her endeavors became a source of joy, marking the commencement of a promising new phase in her life. After her classes, she headed to the library to meticulously tidy up the day's work. Her commitment to excelle
Life was a whirlwind, spinning faster than Beatrice could grasp. It felt like the moment one stepped into the first class, the next blink led to exams, and soon the semester had concluded, ushering in the long-awaited Christmas break. Yvonne, her entrepreneurial friend who had reappeared on the scene, found it challenging to catch up with Beatrice amidst the rapid pace of events. The two friends managed to squeeze in occasional meals, but the relentless march of days left them yearning for more time together.Amidst the chaos of wrapping up Christmas orders, Beatrice's focus had been laser-sharp. The demands of her budding enterprise required meticulous attention, and every waking moment seemed dedicated to ensuring the success of her business venture. As the last festive glitz hamper was prepared and dispatched, Beatrice found herself at the threshold of a well-earned break.Returning home for Christmas, the Kenan household welcomed Beatrice with open arms. The family