The Chief Justice

I seeped into the Principal Judge Chambers under the Capet .The room was spacious and equipped with modern furniture. I rested on top of the mahogany table, as usual l take new form, this time into a suitcase full of money.

I waited for my prey. A man of glittering intellectual gift, dauntless courage and no longer young. Further, a man of fairly eminent goodness, candid and above any trace of suspicion but his goodness was diminishing. He was beginning to lack due diligence in delivery his duty. The system was compromising him.

Finally, the judge arrived. He was a diminutive man with slender arms. Upon entering, a suitcase on top of the table caught his eyes in an awful way. It was unusual. Inquisitively, he dropped his brief case on another table nearby. He opened the bag and saw the horror of horrors. Never in his lifetime, had he seen such huge amount of money, new and neatly packed. He stepped back a little bit, in shockwaves.

After a while, the chief sat down gazing blankly at the bag. He had many thoughts.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. He picked the bag put it in a cardboard. His Secretary entered handed over some files. He asked her if anyone had entered his room.

No she said and asked if there is any problem..

No problem my dear

He reckoned, he had a case, took his gown, make a glimpse on the bag and went out.

After two hours, the judge hurried back into the room, opened the cardboard, there was nothing, absolutely nothing, only some files of old papers. He was perplexed. It was strange and even more disturbing and confusing. This is how l classically introduced me to him

I waited for him inside his car. I was ready to indulge him. By 7:30pm he came around. As soon as he entered, l locked the doors. I was on the back seat; he did not notice me at first. I greeted him. He greeted back. His head was still boiling. After some seconds, he yelled asking if a person was in his car. I told him that indeed l was not in his car and made an unapologetic gurgle and mocking hiss.

A thief he screamed trying to escape but in futile

"What do you want man" he asked anxiously

"Good question, l want you to resign before the President elect inauguration ritual

"What!" he exclaimed

"You heard me loud and clear"

"This is insane, do you really understand what you are talking

"Yes l do"

"It's impossible" he enraged, "how is that possible?"

"Very possible" l replied

Why should l resign?

"Because you can"

"Where did you put the money l send you?" l asked

"You send the money?"

"Yes"

Why"

Because you love money"

There was a strange silent for a while. Perhaps the judge was pondering about the stalker.

I gave him two options; return the money or resign.

"I will meet you in your office" , l said opening the door and vanished in the darkness

The next morning l was in his office, dressed in a brooding safari black suit like a defeated communist but looking very fresh and agile.

By 8:30 he was in, his face stiffened as he saw me. Without hesitation he announced that l was committing a crime. He looked determined to take action against me, the action he started to initiate as quickly as possible. He left the room, to make a call, l supposes.

He was to call the director of BIS (Bongasu Intelligence Service). He did call. I diverted it, and answered him abruptly.

"Hey, fuck you", l said and cut it off.

It was brutal and shuttering, his hope went in vain. He came back dejected, the body language became groggy.

However, he maintained his Dutch courage and commanded me to leave the office. Arrogantly, like Caesar making it clear that he will take any challenge beforehand.

I said "bravo to you then"

A little nervous, afflicted to some degree with fear and fright, he calmed down but remains adamant

"I will not resign and l cannot give you the money" finally declared

I was taken aback and doubt that the man will give in. He was stubborn.

Mr. Judge, why are you refusing an opportunity which is much in your favour. It seems you have no idea on what is coming, don't flirt with death" l said effusively.

In the midst of the conversation, the secretary entered, she passed through me much to the surprise of the Boss. For the first time he realized that l was invisible to some people. It was an elaborate affair. His choices became limited. I infiltrated my way out through the television screen in the office.

The inauguration ceremony was fast approaching, two day to go. No news about resignation what so ever, I waited and waited but it seemed like a futile quest. I toy various ideas to whip him into line. Finally an idea struck my mind. I began to follow and dawdle around him everywhere like a body guard, in the office, courts, home and so forth. I was only visible to him.

The final day was a sensational one. I escorted the Judge among other delegates to Magoy conference center. It was a colorful ceremony, hundreds and thousands gathered to witness the occasion. Foreign delegates also attended including those from the Northern hemisphere. Numerous entertaining groups from various African countries were invited. In addition, there was police band which the public enjoyed with gusto. The military brought its heavy armament as an affection to demonstrate power. The scenes were arresting and breathtaking, well organised to make deep spiritual and psychological expression.

The event started on a high note. Huge speakers produced high sounds echoed in all directions. The master of ceremony was a middle aged lady, fluent, and her perpetual magnificent smiles were vividly clear even to those watching on television. I was sitting at the high table. L was closer to the state power. Close to the President, his vice, secretary of state, army generals among many bigwigs but invisible.

The MC handed over the stage to the main man, the judge, for further proceeding - the swearing of oath. He invited the president elect to the podium. I stood up together with the President; he walked closer to the judge. He saw my movement but blew out the challenge, he ignored totally. I disappeared from his sights.

Only to reappear on his feet, a mouse I was entered his trousers. He felt it but could not do anything; l hurried to his balls, and buried my teeth deep; deeper and the deepest .He dropped the booklet on his hands and scuffled down the stairs without saying a word and at a lighting speed, he ejaculated out of the building. All this happened in the eyes of millions and millions of people, home and abroad.

There was a sudden rapture of applaud from the spectators. Many felt as if the heavy burdens of packs which were strapped on their shoulders loosened their tired and weak faces had the drawn expression of patience which comes from hardship long endured.