…He’d never dreamt of becoming President of Malawi. Firstly, the President’s firm grip on both the party and government stifled anybody’s intention of dreaming to succeed him. Secondly, he’d never considered himself a presidential material. He believed in the philosophy of making realistic ambitions to avoid unnecessary stress and frustrations. Dreaming of the presidency, therefore, was just mere optic illusions that would just strain his brain tissues.
‘The President has major concerns. He wants to ensure that you’ll protect him once in power. He wants someone who’ll not betray him. He wants to retire peacefully. He doesn’t wish to go down History from a hero to zero.’
‘I can always do that.’
‘It’s not as simple as that. This is why I decided to meet with you in private. We’ve assembled a special intelligence unit to screen your background before your official endorsement! We know every strand of your background.’
He twitched.
‘That’s not the most worrisome bit…’
‘But?’
‘You’re under twenty-four hour surveillance!’
‘Surveillance?’
‘Yes you’re under round-the-clock surveillance, my comrade.’
‘Are you serious?’
‘Oh yes. They’re watching every move you make, every person you talk to. Your office and house telephones are tapped. They study the phone-lists for all the numbers you call or receive on all your three mobile phones. Suspicious numbers are followed. Your house is bugged. They hear you talk to yourself in your toilet or sing opera music with your wife in your bedroom.’
‘Oh my God!’
‘Have you seen an ice cream center beside the supermarket near your house?’
‘Yes. I’ve always wondered if they make any profits because it’s perpetually closed.’
‘It’s the transmission center for the bugging devices in your house. The transmitters can’t transmit information over a long distance. This is why we advised you strongly against briefing anybody about this trip including your chauffeur and bodyguard because we didn’t want Special Branch agents infesting this whole constituency and the whole highway. For your own information they followed you from Lilongwe for a hundred and fifty kilometers before returning.’
‘Why did they return?’
‘We didn’t expect them to. My colleagues…’
‘Your colleagues?’
‘Let’s say our colleagues.’
‘My goodness…what’s happening?’
‘I’ll explain later. Meanwhile hear me out…’
‘Yes, yes.’
‘Well, my colleagues figured it’s a tactical reason because it’s more difficult to follow someone you hardly know where he’s going particularly out of the city as every vehicle behind is very conspicuous.’
The Minister of Agriculture grew more nervous. He couldn’t imagine that he’d been highly exposed over the past days or was it months? Saliva dried out of his mouth.
‘I’m not supposed to tell you all these…’
‘I know and I thank you immensely for taking the risk. That’s what genuine friends are for.’
‘A few incidences or let me sa