Two months later Steve still had no clue about Aziza’s whereabouts but dead bodies were pilling up on daily basis, putting her on top of the most wanted list by the police and military. He was still a mess from loosing Aziza and his child. Fortunately for him he did not have to go out often even to campaign as his victory was guaranteed.
On the other side, the president, defence minister and acting police minister met for the third time that week. They were all under tremendous amount of pressure from the public who demanded transparency on the investigation of murders of fifteen officers police officers and twenty two decorated military officers that happened in one month.
“Sir I suggest that we give them the name” Timothy the acting police minister suggested. He was starting to regret accepting the position. Not only were they under pressure for the mur
In a secluded house at the west street of Palmville, Harry laid lazily shirtless on a couch. He has been more busy in the past two months than he had been in the past five years since he became the president’s assassin. It seemed the president was really tying all the loose ends before stepping down. He was not bothered though because that meant more money for him but he needed to be careful in case he decided to get rid of him as well. Luckily for him, the president had no idea what he looked like nor the sound of his voice. He made sure that worked alone, all his clients knew absolutely nothing about him, all his orders always came via email with payment upfront. That was how he could do the job and still live a normal family life with his wife and kids who had no clue what he actually did for a living. Thinking about his family, he made a note to call them that evening and explain that his business trip was taking longer than
In Aziza’s house, Beverly waisted no time and made her move on Steve on that night. Steve was already in the bedroom laying down to sleep when she knocked. Walking to the door he came across Beverly on a sexy lingerie, an image that once drove him crazy. With her smooth skin, full breast, perfect waist and her long blonde hair cascading down her shoulders, Beverly was the definition of a sex appeal.“What is it Beverly?” he asked, standing at the door blocking it with no intentions of letting her in. He remembered it like it was yesterday when she cheated on him with his best friend and how she shamelessly seduced him to bed when he was drunk and came back claiming false pregnancy. While he felt obligated to protect her, he had no intentions of ever getting involved with her no matter what happens with him and Aziza.Beverly swallowed her saliva, realisin
“Sir I…I..can’t find any evidence that your emails and that of the late defence minister have been hacked” Lewis the IT specialist stuttered, knowing that was not the answer the president wanted. He had done his job meticulously looking at the president and defence minister’s devices but came back with nothing. A day ago the military delta wing was wiped out with an order that supposedly came from the president. An email signed by both the president and the defence minister approving the strike on the delta wing of the military was then leaked to the media.“I am telling you that someone hacked my email. If you don’t know how to do your job, find me someone who can” the president responded angrily. His life had turned upside down overnight, the only persons who could have been able to exonerate him was his late friend he was accuse
Five days later, Asherway was still in chaos. Their president was finally detained after his flights failed to be cleared at the airport because the payments never went through. He went through a trial and was executed but the country’s funds were still not recovered. It seemed that they were drained out of the offshore account as fast as they were transferred. Other countries had offered their best specialists to assist in tracking the funds when a video of Aziza claiming to be in possessions of the funds went viral. On the video, she demanded that every corrupt government employee be fired with immediate effect. Only then would she return all the funds. The only problem now was the county had no president, it’s vice president and ministers were all in prison for stealing the reserve bank funds. The elections were only two weeks away but in the interim there was just no one officially authorised to made the decision to fire corrupt employees. While debates were going on
The elections came and passed with Aziza still behind bars. Steve won over seventy percent of the votes, making him the new president of Asherway. It was a bittersweet moment for a most of the citizens who now had new hope for their country but also disappointed that Aziza and baby Unity were not beside their new president. Steve started cleaning up the rot that had piled up in most departments and appointed new credible head of departments and ministers. The country saw a lot of underdogs from different backgrounds and races rise into high positions. Steve had indeed search far and wide for the right people for jobs. He was working around the clock to replace every corrupt employee to convince Aziza to return the country’s funds but it was taking longer than he anticipated while the country was falling deeper into recession. More and more people were getting frustrated and angry with Aziza as most people lost their jobs. Desper
In Aziza’s house, Steve watched her transfer back the country’s funds. He was so relieved, Aziza was back and he could still salvage the country. “What should I do with the other funds?” Aziza asked, her eyes glued on the computer. “What other funds?” Steve asked, curious. Aziza looked down, avoiding his gaze “Well, I kind of drained the former president, defence minister and acting police minister’s offshore accounts” she said, wincing anticipating his reaction. “Az!” Steve exclaimed. “It was stolen money, they can’t even report it missing” she responded, shrugging her shoulders. “That does not give you the right to steal it as well” he responded
In the morning, Steve watched Aziza laying on his arms with a huge grin on his face. Her rising chest with each breath she took the evidence that he was not dreaming.“Creepy, Mr President” she said opening her eyes to find him staring at her.“Good morning, soon to be First Lady” he responded, planting a soft kiss on her lips.Aziza yawned, recalling the previous night’s conversation with him. “How exactly am I going to find a wedding dress in one day?” she asked. She had no doubt that he probably took care of everything else but a dress was a brides personal choice and usually took time to find the perfect one.“Few designers will be here right after our morning glory” he said mischievously, before getting u
In the honeymoon suit at Jolly island, Aziza opened her eyes to a familiar scene of Steve’s loving emerald eyes staring at her.“How many times should I tell you that is so creepy, Mr President?” she asked, yawning.“I can’t help it, My First Lady is so alluring” he said mischievously pinning her under him, his manhood already erect.Aziza wanted to object, it was too early and she had not brushed her teeth but the pleasure of having him inside her, their hearts beating against each other was compared to none. She found herself opening her legs wider, surrendering herself completely to him. Steve groaned, too aroused, his climax closer than he wanted.“It’s okay Steve” Aziza said, noticing the strain in his fa
Four years later Aziza watched the youth flooding in her house to celebrate her firstborn’s twenty first birthday. She could not help noticing the diversity and how happy and in harmony they all were in their different skins. Standing at the balcony, she watched everyone and took in the scenery. Her own twenty first birthday was marked with bruises, scars and hatred for the other race that wiped out her family and hunting her down. How everything was so different now. If anyone told her that one day she would host youths of different races, know each one of them personally and truly love and care about them like her own children, she would have had that person assessed for a mental illness. She smiled when she saw John, Joy and Steve’s parents basking in the sun and chatting happily. All four of them were so old now, they were the best parents she was granted after loosing her biological ones. They will all hold a very dear place in her heart. She laughed when she saw a group of tee
Twelve years later, Steve and Aziza finally got a chance to retire from politics and parliament. Even though Steve was no longer the president of Asherway, his ideals and the processes he worked very hard to develop were still in place and kept the country going. He did not achieve a non racial world as he had hoped but he spoke so loudly and widely against racism and got the rest of the world to listen, to acknowledge and work towards non racial societies. There were still isolated racial incidences around the world, some even in Asherway but there were more people speaking out against it than those condoning or making excuses for it. Happy and content that he gave the country and the world his best, Steve could finally be a full time husband and father. As if compensating for the time he spent away from them, the spoiled his children rotten but Lucy Unity Marlone was the most doted of all the children. Even though seventeen years later, Steve still could not forget how his little
In Asherway Presidential office, Steve pulled his wife to his arms and looked down at her “Aziza Gray Marlone, what did you do to President Clive?”he asked charmingly.Aziza looked away, avoiding his infatuating emerald eyes “Nothing,”she said softly.“Are you keeping secrets from me now?” he asked, sulking knowing she could not keep anything from him.“He came to hold you ransom with his secret nuclear weapon, I hijacked it” Aziza blurted out. She just could not keep secrets from Steve even when she tried.“What?” Steve asked, shocked. “No wonder Clive was so terrified,” he added.“He had no interest in non racial world Steve,&rdq
At the Asherway National Assembly, Aziza sat next to Steve and his Vice President with President Clive and his wife across them. At this point both Steve and his Vice President were so angry, they were ready to tear President Clive apart but Aziza had other plans. Her hand remained on Steve’s knee, keeping him seated. President Clive had asked her a question she was very glad to answer “I’m glad you asked me that, President Clive because I have asked myself that very question many times before” she said “You see it’s not about war alone, it can be anything. A racial incident for instance, which side would Steve take? which one would I take? and where would that leave our children?” she added.“That’s what I’m talking about. I am right, am I not?” President Clive beamed.“It depends on what stage of my
The Asherway airport was buzzing with activity, national and international journalists were there to capture the moment two very different Presidents with completely different ideologies meet. Everyone was curious to know how President Clive, a known racist would be received in Asherway, a country known to be very intolerant to racists with a President calling for a non racial world. At exactly 11 o’clock, President Clive’s presidential plane arrived at Asherway. He disembarked with his expected all white staff, something journalists did not forget to point out. Steve and Aziza were captured approaching the group.“President Clive, welcome to Asherway” Steve said shaking Clive’s hand before moving to shake his wife. Aziza followed behind Steve and offered her hand but it remained in the air, none of them willing to shake her hand. The journalists went crazy capturing the moment. Steve shook his hea
In the Marlone house, Aziza stood at the door watching her children play outside with a thankful heart and gratitude. Lorraine, Mike and Nick turned out to be a handful from the day they came out of the hospital and now three years later, they had too much energy for her to keep up with. Each day she noticed how each one of them was different, their unique ways of doing things and how they all thrived at creating chaos around the house. Lorraine was the tinniest of the triplets but pulled all the strings. She influenced her brothers on which games they played, got to choose the toys first and always got her way, especially with Steve. It did not help that she had Aziza’s eyes, Lorraine had her father around her little finger, Steve just could not reprimand Lucy no matter what she did. Mike and Nick on the other side were behaving like typical twins, even when following Lorraine they did it together. Mike was the least talkative but Aziza found to be the most stubborn while Nic
Christmas eve marked Four days of Aziza in the intensive care unit. She had not improved but had not deteriorated either. Steve remained by his wife’s side more hopeful than before that Aziza will pull through. Speaking to a lot of people restored his hopes. Not hearing bad news from the doctors was also reassuring except he did not know that they counselled his family behind his back. Everyday he moved from his wife to his children with lots of energy and cheerful heart until a call from his deputy President shuttered every hope he had. His deputy happened to be in Steve’s office when John and Steve’s father called the secretary asking him to forward them the policies and protocols should the First Lady or the president be no more. Out of concern the deputy had called Steve to check on Aziza’s condition, unintentionally revealing Steve’s worse nightmare. He did not need to ask John or his father what they were up to, he knew exactly what they were tryi
In the hospital neonatal unit, Dr Smith finished checking the triplets out. “Congratulations Mr President, your babies are healthy and ready to go home” she beamed. She loved seeing healthy babies.“Thanks Doc, is it fine if they stay here longer. Their mother is..” Steve explained but could not complete his sentence. Just speaking about Aziza made him emotional.“Certainly, Sir” Dr Smith responded sympathetic. “The First Lady is a warrior with the whole country vouching for her, she will make it” she added. She aught not give hope she had no control over but could not help herself. Steve and Aziza’s story was well known, like Shake Spear’s Romeo and Juliet. She could only hope that their end is not as tragic, especially with now four children to raise.&ldqu
Nine months later, Aziza groaned in pain as contractions ripped through her, each wave more severe than the one before. Steve helplessly rubbed her back while the midwife’s and Dr Hail got ready for the unexpected delivery. She should have known better but everything had gone smoothly the whole nine months, they had put their guts down, took a chance to visit Steve’s parents out of town but then her water broke two hours away from their hospital. She was meant to have a cesarean section because of her previous one and the multiple babies she was carrying. Her operation was booked for the following week but it seemed the little ones decided to come earlier. Now fully dilated, no room for any pain medication, the hospital team had no choice but deliver the babies the natural route.“I can’t hold on anymore” Aziza screamed, already dreanched in sweat as her pelvic bones shifted to make way for the new