One Girl Carri Water 1 & 2 #Featured

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Amina took a nervous breath as the door to her holding room opened. She was expecting to see the guard that was supposed to usher her to the room where she would be questioned by a panel consisting of the President General's most trusted ministers and friends. Instead it was Isah that walked in. He was smartly dressed in a black suit with a white button up shirt and a blue tie. He was a sight for sore eyes; she had not seen him or any familiar face since he handed her over to the President's guards soon as they had touched down on Nigerian soil almost a week ago.

"Good morning, Amina" Isah said examining the small room. All it contained was a single bed. "Have they been treating you well?"

She shrugged "I've lived through worse"

"Don't worry about today I've got it all under control. All you need to do is sell your story" said Isah "Cry if you have to, the more dramatic the better."

It was easy for him to say, it was not his life on the line.

Things had gone terribly wrong in Zambia after Amina left the training camp. Her boyfriend was dead, her father who had promised to accompany her back to Nigeria was still in Zambia and now she was about stand in front of a bunch of people who probably hated her and convince them of her innocence or face death. And to top it all up, if she managed to convince them that she was not a part of the rebellion she would have to go back to the President to be his wife again. Amina was beginning to wonder which was worse. Execution or living at the wives house.

Isah seeing the look on her face added "I know you are upset about Andrew but that was something I couldn't help. I promised Baba that I would keep you alive and you just need to trust me."

Amina nodded with a sigh.

"How is Salma?"

"She's at my house with Mama and Kaka. She's safe"

"You need to make sure it stays that way. If anyone finds out about your affection towards her they will use her against you"

Isah nodded before saying "I know"

"If you hurt her," said Amina staring Isah right in the eyes"I will never forgive you"

"I'd never forgive myself either" he returned.

A knock came at the door and Isah said "It's time to put your acting skills to the test little sister" before he opened the door and let the guard in.

The phone in Isah's pocket buzzed as he made his way to the conference room to join the other panellists. He cursed when he saw the number flashing on the screen. He quickly stepped into an empty room and locked the door behind him.

"I may have agreed to help your cause but I am not at your beck and call" Isah said into the phone by way of greeting.

"You've been ignoring my calls!" shouted General Banda "I want to know what you have done with my son"

"Your son is dead general and that's all I can say for now"

"You traitor!" accused the General "You were supposed to keep him alive"

"His plane crashed, that was not something I could help. I will gladly send you a report of the findings of the investigation, apparently it was engine failure or thereabout. Now I'm busy trying to keep your little star spy alive so if you don't mind I'll speak to you later" said Isah before disconnecting the call.

Being a rebel was even more tiring then being a minister. Everywhere he turned there was something that needed his attention. Isah had spent the last five days running around bribing and blackmailing half of the panellists so that they would judge in favour of Amina. It was no surprise to him how many skeletons those ministers had in their closets once he looked close enough. It was mostly corruption and his particular favourite; an affair with one of the President's wives. There were some though that were good at covering their tracks and those were the ones that Amina would need to convince.