I wore no uniform—
just silence and suits.
A ghost in global rooms,
a whisper behind the curtain.
I was a civilian,
but my job was war.
They called it "analysis,"
but what I did was study souls.
The psychology of power—
Presidents, rebels, kings.
We knew their childhoods,
their fears,
their fault lines.
I was trained to see through smiles.
To know,
from a handshake,
what could break a man.
Africa.
We...
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