Remember when I wrote about Blood & War and how much chaos goes on in my head. Well, this would be the post that I go into details as to what I mean. This is my entry to the Hive Naija Weekly Prompt 49.
My blood boils when I as much as think of the reason why Nigeria is the way she is now. The reason being incompetent figures with heads bigger than their brains. Forgive me; I am going to get colourful with my words. If you live in Nigeria, you would understand where I am coming from. I do not know when these dark fantasies started. Maybe with the rise of prices or the constant sanctions of irrelevant policies that just made life harder for us Nigerians, or was it when I began to read and ask questions regarding Nigeria’s history? Whatever the reason was, my mind is a minefield covered in blood, remains and the head of my enemies on a stake.
Wild thoughts went from constantly seeing myself making it to breaking people. Certain kind of people. I left the country and somehow (I do not know how) found myself in the Army. I trained and fought, losing my mates and almost my life in the process. All the while, I built my life outside of Nigeria waiting for the right moment. Slowly but surely, I made the right connections and infiltrated the best elite groups. A nameless figure, my network strengthened and went from rubber to solid Steele.
Ten years later, I met someone who happens to run the world. An unknown person who leads the puppet strings from behind the curtains. World leaders, renowned figures wrapped around their fingers because they have just the right amount of dirt on everyone. One not hesitant to pull the trigger when needed. I do not know how but ruthless and passionate fused into one word in my head.
I began another bout of training. This time not just physical, but mental. From how to read people, to how to influence. Throwing smoke screens and gauging the atmosphere. To the public eye, I was a woman who climbed the social ladder through food and writing. I was overlooked as another celebrity. Someone who made it…
Another five years pass and I have a ledger. Not just a ledger, I have people and information. From cashless transactions to Swiss accounts. Warehouses and late night meetings. My moles were everywhere. In Nigeria. A conversation with my godfather (yes, I will refer to the unknown person as godfather) letting me know it was time. I forgot to mention that I sat and had conversations with Putin and Donald Trump...
As crazy as I am, I like public displays and there is a public announcement thanks to the LEGION (my own personal fleet of professional hackers). Recordings played on air, men held at gunpoint.
Nigeria was at a standstill when my voice played over the speakers. I make myself known and highlight my agenda for the next eight years. No. I do not follow the normal democratic procedure. It is a full-blown coup. You are either with me or against me. As long as I want Nigeria to return to her Glory, I will not hesitate to use that knife or pull that trigger. Even in my wild imagination, I know I will not be accepted right away. I do not care. I just want the fat leeches gone and then I step down.
In my wild thoughts, there is death and mayhem. I find myself confronting death repeatedly. Because I am now a ‘leader’ and can do ‘what the fuck ever I want’, there will be a thorough review in the security and authority systems.
The wages of sin is death...
Know what that means. As little as a small bribe will get you and your family wiped. I am not coming to pacify, I am coming to eradicate (INDABOSKI).
Eight years pass and Nigerians still fight me. I am unwelcome. My way of ruling is barbaric. I can imagine. I still do not care. I will personally see to who is accepted into any position and why. I would personally make sure Nigeria has her crypto account. I would make sure to use our resources in the way they deserve. We would no longer trade in the dollar. How? I do not know! Isn’t this why it is called a wild imagination? Nevertheless, I would not totally label it false. You never know what the future holds…
I do not make it into the good books of Nigerians by the way. I fall off the face of the earth and just like that, my regime ends. What I do not know is if I left a positive or negative impact behind? Maybe both? Whatever it is… I made good on my promise of eradicating.
