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    So he said in a call with me after he read a tongue-in-cheek I wrote about him awhile back.

    Yes, I met with him.
    I had my 15 minutes with Mr President. He looked unsually fit for his age, considering he had skipped many medical checkups till lately when the nation could afford to have him checked – his cheeks, ears and tongue looked good to me.

    Mr.president has been tongue-tied about too many things lately, but I wasn’t about to bring those things up to him. Not today. I really wanted him to respond to the questions I had. I was bothered about his ears however because he kept looking toward the baby faced youngster to his left for clarifications to my questions. His cheeks were sunken. Hell, he could be all skeletons for all I care; he is my chosen skeleton old dude I have chosen as my president. So I must live with it.

    My fifteen minutes oppointment turned out to be less than two. Thanks to all the interuptions from all those others, those others that in some other settings need to be schooled on privacy. Among the “rankadede sirs,” “Chief,” Oga and other uncultured interuptions, I managed to ask for an opportunity to contribute to his administration in form of a job.

    He looked me dead in the eyes, and said. “Son, stay where you are, I see you are not satisfied, and I also see the truth in your eyes, I see the dissapointment; in another world you will be my only friend, but that’s not all there is here.”
    Misty eyed, I managed one more question. I asked, Mr President sir, what is that that keeps us all in the dark. I see nobody by your side, why?” He said, “tomorrow will judge, but understand the man I am. That’s all I have to say.”

    With that,  I said to him, ” Sir, Mr president, “I wish you all the best. I wish I could be with you when you are alone,” He looked up and nodded.

    I left the rocks, and went straight to my wall – to the cracked mirror on the wall I said, I see the truth in your eyes, I see the pain in your eyes, I see the blood in your eyes, and I see the pride, and I also see what bothers me the most. It has little to do with the man at the rocks.
    So why bother with him, why not speak of love gained.

    Thank you Sir, I said to Mr. President. I really hope for another opportunity to speak with you when all things are manageable