Everyone was listening to him with rapt attention. President Marfo kept nodding in agreement as the soldier spelt out what he thinks should be done. Gertrude Mensah could not help but marvel at the intelligence Lt. Clottey had deployed to bring the assassination conundrum to an end. For the first time, she understood clearly why he insisted they come to President Marfo’s residence. And she was glad she did not stop him.
“Perfect!” President Marfo said. “There is nothing that would give me joy now than getting Adu-Tutu arrested right in my presence. I am going to phone him now”, he indicated, picking his phone.
All went quiet again in the room as the President put in a call to the Speaker. The Speaker’s phone rang for a while. Presently, he answered the call. President Marfo did exactly as Lt. Clottey had spelt out. Adu-Tutu fell for the plot. He became excited when the President said he supports his decision to get the Vice-President arrested. And he was even more excited when the President directed him to come over to his residency to collect his resignation letter for the press.
“I will be there in a jiffy despite the rain. Duty calls, sir!” the Speaker said before President Marfo hung up. The President turned his attention to his deputy.
“Adu-Tutu’s response has confirmed what Lt. Clottey has said. It is so unbelievable. I am waiting for him. He will never forget today”, President Marfo swore.
It was still raining heavily. The First Lady, laden with guilt over the assassination plot and all the deaths that had occurred so far, decided to have the guests served tea while they waited for the Speaker. She went to her kitchen to give the order for tea to be served. Then she returned to the room where her husband and the others were. She wished Comfort Adu-Tutu was alive; she would have called her and berated her for revealing what she confided in her to her husband. But alas, she was dead, killed in a gory accident which occurred when a tipper truck rammed into her car. The tipper truck driver fled the scene of the accident and has since not been found. Only three people, Adu-Tutu, Rex Yamoah and Kruger knew who the driver of the tipper truck was.
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Rt. Hon, Kwesi Adu –Tutu was elated that somehow, word has gotten to the President that he has ordered the arrest of Vice-President Gertrude Mensah and he had just given him his backing. His dream of becoming President which had all but vanished a few minutes ago suddenly came alive.
He had walked out of the bedroom when the President's call was coming through and had been standing on the porch of his residence while talking to the President. After, he walked briskly back to the bedroom to pick his car keys. He wasn’t going to make his driver take him to the President’s residence; he would drive himself so that on the way, if he had to make some calls, his driver would not be in the vehicle to listen to it.
Akpene had woken up and was preparing to go have a bath when he walked into the bedroom. She was her beautiful self. He felt the urge to hug her and tell her she was going to be the next First Lady of Ghana. As soon he collect ed the resignation letter from the President and he, Adu-Tutu is sworn in as President, he would formally make her his wife so she becomes the First Lady of the country.
“Are you going somewhere?” she asked him.
“Yes my dear. Something very good is about to happen. The President has asked me to come over immediately” he said.
“In this rain?” she asked. He laughed heartily.
“Don’t worry my dear. Consider the rain showers of blessings. When I was a kid, we used to play in the rain. Rainfall has always meant a positive thing in my life so don’t fret. I would be back in a jiffy and I would be giving you the surprise of your life”, he said as he pulled her to himself and planted a kiss on her lips. Then picking the key to his Toyota Land Cruiser V-8, walked out of the bedroom and headed for the garage.
The sleek silver-coloured cross-country vehicle came alive when he got in and turned the ignition on. Then he drove out of the garage. By the time he got to the main gate of his residence, the two policemen on duty had opened it. He waved at them as he drove through. In the boy’s quarters of his house, his driver, Raph was fast asleep but having a terrible dream, a dream in which he saw his boss, the Speaker of Parliament, being dragged on the street by an angry mob.