Today is the day. The day of all days. The day that the sun will rise and shine brighter than it ever has. The day that I will climb a step higher up the ladder. The day it all comes to be. The day I trained Liya for. This is the D-day.
I was still in my office, busy building castles in the air. Life was easy, everything was going according to plan. Liya had just hit 18 and in our world, that meant a lot. I was a shoe-in for a second term as president…life was wonderful. I looked back to how it all started.
It had all started way back when I was a teensy tiny little lad. My father was the then president. He always wanted me to grow in to his shows. I was more than willing to do so. I admired him, my father. In my eyes, he could do no wrong. He was rich. He was diplomatic. He gave benefits to charities. His smile made everyone feel right at home, he was a true man of the people. With that smile he would capture all in his ambiance and keep their eyes and ears on him, their brains wired directly into his. He got two terms in office both in succession. The only way to know a man’s character is to give him power, he said. Unfortunately, all he was wasn’t enough to some people. He was assassinated. Murdered deep in the night. The pathologist’s report said that he died of natural causes, but mother and I knew that he had been killed. In his last days he had gotten a bad case of paranoia, putting up additional security detail, lasers, bars and invisible glass panels…so much changed in that short period of time. He knew they were coming for him. He knew they would get him. He knew it was inevitable. His last wish was for us to be safe.
In accordance to father’s wishes, after his death, mother took me to the church. I would be safe there, we would be safe there. Like the good boy I was, I sat there, listened to what the church minister had to say and read the Bible. That was my daily routine for a whole year. It wasn’t much but it was enough, at least for mother. We were safe, no one could ever guess to look for us there. Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough for me. I wasn’t about to sit pretty as father’s murderers walked free. No way. Besides, the Bible was much like an improved version of a fairy tale and the church goers were a bunch of self-righteous people who were sinner Monday-Saturday then pew-fillers on Sunday. To hell with this, I said. I packed my bags and left.
I had a plan. I knew exactly what I was doing. Set a thief to catch a thief. I knew the assassins would come for me immediately they got wind of my whereabouts and so I wafted it to them like the smell of fresh bacon wafting from the kitchen. I was the bait. I was the plan. I was the trap. It all began and ended with me.
They came for me and they got me. They fell right into my plan. When they realized what I had done, they laid down their arms and embraced me as one of their own. “We’ll make a very good team son,” their leader said. And so it went. I became one of their own. They took me to their schools. They took me to their universities. I worked in their firms. Within no time I was very highly placed. I even got married to a lovely wife. Her name was Vietta.
Vietta Amani. She was another chapter in my life. She was all I’d ever wanted my significant other to be. She was also a sweet piece of arm candy to boot. We were perfect together. She was the Marvin to my Gaye. Together, we made our own perfect little family. It was that perfect little family that sent the polls sky-rocketing when I ran for presidency. Well, that and the fact that I was very highly connected. Things were going well for me. And today, even better.
I was still in my office, busy building castles in the air. Life was easy, everything was going according to plan. Liya had just hit 18 and in our world, that meant a lot. I was a shoe-in for a second term as president…life was wonderful. I looked back to how it all started.
It had all started way back when I was a teensy tiny little lad. My father was the then president. He always wanted me to grow in to his shows. I was more than willing to do so. I admired him, my father. In my eyes, he could do no wrong. He was rich. He was diplomatic. He gave benefits to charities. His smile made everyone feel right at home, he was a true man of the people. With that smile he would capture all in his ambiance and keep their eyes and ears on him, their brains wired directly into his. He got two terms in office both in succession. The only way to know a man’s character is to give him power, he said. Unfortunately, all he was wasn’t enough to some people. He was assassinated. Murdered deep in the night. The pathologist’s report said that he died of natural causes, but mother and I knew that he had been killed. In his last days he had gotten a bad case of paranoia, putting up additional security detail, lasers, bars and invisible glass panels…so much changed in that short period of time. He knew they were coming for him. He knew they would get him. He knew it was inevitable. His last wish was for us to be safe.
In accordance to father’s wishes, after his death, mother took me to the church. I would be safe there, we would be safe there. Like the good boy I was, I sat there, listened to what the church minister had to say and read the Bible. That was my daily routine for a whole year. It wasn’t much but it was enough, at least for mother. We were safe, no one could ever guess to look for us there. Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough for me. I wasn’t about to sit pretty as father’s murderers walked free. No way. Besides, the Bible was much like an improved version of a fairy tale and the church goers were a bunch of self-righteous people who were sinner Monday-Saturday then pew-fillers on Sunday. To hell with this, I said. I packed my bags and left.
I had a plan. I knew exactly what I was doing. Set a thief to catch a thief. I knew the assassins would come for me immediately they got wind of my whereabouts and so I wafted it to them like the smell of fresh bacon wafting from the kitchen. I was the bait. I was the plan. I was the trap. It all began and ended with me.
They came for me and they got me. They fell right into my plan. When they realized what I had done, they laid down their arms and embraced me as one of their own. “We’ll make a very good team son,” their leader said. And so it went. I became one of their own. They took me to their schools. They took me to their universities. I worked in their firms. Within no time I was very highly placed. I even got married to a lovely wife. Her name was Vietta.
Vietta Amani. She was another chapter in my life. She was all I’d ever wanted my significant other to be. She was also a sweet piece of arm candy to boot. We were perfect together. She was the Marvin to my Gaye. Together, we made our own perfect little family. It was that perfect little family that sent the polls sky-rocketing when I ran for presidency. Well, that and the fact that I was very highly connected. Things were going well for me. And today, even better.