The Anonymous you Fostered
In the west, across the ocean from Africa, stood a citadel of knowledge.
A nymphet on a podium of ovation to address the assembly as first-class student.
It lacks little to exhaust her speech, when her bonce is intruded by splat of a bullet.
Her corpse was returned home in presidential jet.
Few years after, a minx was revelling with her peers at road-side bar
in the northern region to Africa upon her graduation achievement.
The shattered jug that abseiled her grip panned the peers’ gleams to feast on her chair,
only to behold a lifeless body of their friend on the pavement.
Worries turn the bonce of the wise upside down.
Elephant’s head is no load for the neonate of a town.
Mr President raved at the impromptu meeting of the federal security
to dispatch more security aides abroad to his last offspring with immediate alacrity.
In the north-west region to Africa, parked the legion in convoy
of the last son, the scion to bereaved president, at night club.
They alighted and escorted the son, whom the spy considered decoy.
Later on, the real target surfaced in hood of his pull-over to enter but slumped.
Sporadic shots by the ambushed thronged the roof where the killer shot came from.
The edifice adjacent to the club was disfigured and stormed.
They rushed to the peak, only to gleam a trail in form
of blood to a rope at the other side down the edifice’s bottom.
The nakedly stripped president received a message
with the caption of ‘The ANONYMOUS YOU FOSTERED.’
Mr president struggled to connect his memory on the account of the passage,
only for him to realise that twenty years of pounded yam is still the hottest in cooler.
At 20 years ago, the incumbent president was a General in army.
He schmoozed Lieutenant Colonel, Aiyekoto to be his humint and aide.
Aiyekoto is a professional hacker he secretly used to siphon money
embezzled by the then president to his personal accounts abroad untraced.
Having gathered enough for his hidden ambition, he ordered Aiyekoto’s death.
(Back to the letter) 'but I survived the snare of death you must now regret.'
Stormed inside were police and army ‘You are under arrest for national theft.’
He was wedged into Black Maria and gunshot dropped his wife after they left.
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