The World Ruler - Part 30

"No trace left behind?" wanted Eric Donkor reassurance from his friend.

"No trace left behind Eric. We have paid the best in the business of hacking...these days everything is money!" Laughter filled the room. "We will restore our birth right, my friend. Soon you will head back to Bergo, close down that stupid new capital and move it back to Accra. When you stand on the same spot Doctor Kwame Nkrumah once stood in the night of our independence and declared his famous worlds, you will see that we alone, and only us, can manage our affairs...not any white man that thinks he is smarter and cleverer than us has more sense to manage the affairs on our behave. We will not allow this nonsense to continue but bring an end to brainwashing our people. Africa after all is not for the white man, it is only for the black man."

"Well spoken, my friend. Even if the white man brings happiness and unity to our continent, he is not mandated for that, only us black people have a right, and I say, a birth right, to do any such things. To unite Africa and make it the World Ruler...that is in our blood. We have inherited this continent and we make it ours. We will all stand together as one as we all know each other and we all know who we are, our past, our blood, our character. We know ourselves as people, as individuals and so we know the character of anyone with a black mind. We will stand tall above any white man and outsmart him. We need only ourselves and no cooperation, no help from any white man thinking he would be better than us...no way. And we will make sure our people believe our sweet words of hope and a better future. After all, they have done so in the past close to a hundred years, they surely will believe our sweet words in the future. When we expose the wickedness of King Thomas by evidence and make him crash in court...the victory is ours, the victory of the black man over the white man...trust me on that my good friends!" Eric Donkor toasted with a full glass of Whiskey, walked to the door, called his wife Abena asking her for more sandwiches and snacks. It did not take long, and she had served the order. Instinctively did she know her husband was about to put his life on the line. She looked at him with worries in her eyes. "The white man will never stop us. He can delay our future, no problem, but he can never stop us to rule over our own people. When humanity is called and questioned why we in our countries on the African continent allow peaceful protesters on the streets to be shot and killed, later their bodies to be burnt...and when people mention cases where political opponents are killed and taken in helicopters to the air for the da body to be thrown out of the helicopter for the body to crash on earth so that we can claim the death as an accident...or when we commission hitmen to kill anyone that stands in our way...or when we hide lots sum of cash in our villas...this never gives any white man the right to condemn us and ask publicly for change. We deal with our own protesters the way we feel it fit to do. They are our own people. Yes, they voted us into office by independent voting. Yes, we do not care about it as long as elections turn out in our favour. Yes, we come into Office of The president with the sweet promise to turn the tables, to abide by the constitution and when our time in office is over try to expend the term for a third or fourth term pushing our friends into the Office of the President to protect our own interest and to ensure what we did wrong against our people will be kept as well-kept secret. Yes, that is true. And in Nigeria, people have a right to vote but whoever wins, in the end, has been decided long before the election among the political parties. That is how it was in the past and that is how it should be in the future. The continent of Africa, let me repeat myself, is not for the white man, he must leave us alone and go home. We deserve much better than what the Europeans with their stupid and foolish concept of humanity want us to do. You see, they even put pressure on us that we should all accept homosexuals as equal citizens instead of putting them behind bars and condemn their sinful actions. Of course, not to mention their madness to get married. This disease of the white man brought down to us...for that one, we do not need it and we will not accept it. Homosexuality is against any African tradition; it is the madness of the white man...these fools!"

"Yes, these white people are fools...nothing but fools," agreed and shouted Kwame Owusu toasting with another glass of Whiskey his hands formed to a fist ready to fight.

The doorbell was ringing loud. Eric Donkor stopped drinking and laughing. His heart stopped for a few seconds. No one in the living room dared to talk less to breathe. They were not expecting any visitor at this late hour. He looked around the room into the faces of his comrades. Directing his footsteps to the Livingroom door did he open the door silently. He looked down the corridor down to the entrance door. His wife Abena was still busy in the kitchen preparing the last snacks for the visitors. She too had come to the hallway and looked at the entrance door together with her husband. He signalled her she should go and answer the call. If anyone they did not know or who was not of importance to be received that night she should send back home and ask to come back the following day. She walked to the door, opened it and smiled. She let the man standing before the house in and greeted him very well.

As Eric Donkor came to see the face of the man wanting to enter, he was more than happy and shouted out loud: "Mallam Naa Zali is here with us...boys, come out to greet him!"

They all came out to stand crowded in the hallway and welcomed the advocate of the devil with all due respect and honours. Smiles appeared on their faces. They lead him into the living room, served him with snaps and Whiskey, with snacks and cake being happy about his coming and wondering why he had decided to come that night.

"I knew this morning when doing my work in my house as usual, that something this night would happen, something serious which called for my assistance and support. So, I came and now I will work for your success...that is already granted!"

Eric Donkor was so relieved hearing those words and smiled all across his face saying: "We here all knew you would always stand behind us and grant us our victory, Mallam...Mallam Naa Zali, the greatest Mallam of all...and of all times! History is truly in the making to crash the white man once and for all...for good!"

Mallam Naa Zali looked around the group gathered for a fatal night. He took his mandate seriously and asked: "Every one of you that want to be part of this conspiracy, the plot to overthrow King Thomas, I need your blood right here on this white plate."

The people gathered were irritated and looked at each other with disbelieve. Moments passed in silence before Kwame Owusu raised his voice and concern: "You mean, we should give our blood for you?"

"Not for me," rejected Mallam Naa Zali and such idea, "but for your future...your victory!"

"But how?" was Kwame Owusu not certain about the instruction given to them.

"Take this small needle, put it for once into your finger, into one is enough, and squeeze out the blood drops that are coming. I do not need much blood from each of you...one single drop would be enough. But I need blood from each and every one of you, that is important."

"The black man is bleeding!" tried Kwame Owusu to crack a joke and pushed the needle into the middle finger of his right hand, right at its fingertips. He was able to squeeze out five small blood drops. Then he passed the needle to his friend sitting by his right side.

"Now as I have all the blood drops from all of you...I can start calling the demons from under the sea and from all village trees a Ghana to come as a united force, to stand united side by side, to form their evil powers to fight the evil that sits on the throne of Ghana, to oust King Thomas and his evil people and make them run for their lives. Oh mighty demons that you are in Ghana in so big numbers, that you live in the hearts and minds of your people in Ghana, oh, your demons, come out, join hands, unite in the rightful fight against evil minds of the white people that have taken control over our great and strong nation. I call on your powers, on your dominion, rule again over our people that deserve to be served by your spirits, that need to have again the evil mentality to pulling down family members that excel beyond family blood. We need the fights from village to village again so that my good friends gathered here can easily control again their people and sit rightfully on their democratic elected thrones again. Oh, evil demons of the sea, evil spirits that you are hiding your faces in the thousands of village trees, let the people sitting in the shadow of your mighty trees come there and be messed up over and over again. The Ghana that we know, the Ghana of our forefathers, of the modern times in which nothing was moving and moving but sweet words spoken over our people again and again endlessly...we ask you for restoration. Evil demons come out and mess up our people, blind them, corrupt their minds, make them hate the white man, make his fight the white man and his humanity concept...let history prevail and let us have back our country in our own hands. As we have come together in unity here this evening with all these well masterminded fake documents blind anyone involved in the coming process to know what has been masterminded is for real. And that the Council of Elders will be blinded by your mighty powers to see what is fake to be real and judge King Thomas, arrest him and through him and his Ministers out of our beloved motherland Ghana. For that, we have given you here the blood that flows in our vines, in each of us. We stand in unity in the blood of your evil demons that should make their evil spirits haunt our people and blind them all from what they have seen in the past by the hands of the white man. Oh, your evil spirits, do your work, take this blood as our sacrifices and food to do your work. We promise never to sleep but always to honour you with more blood and more money. When we sit back on the throne as Blacks in Ghana, we have all the means to find big money to worship you and thank you. So, spirits of the demons from under the sea and in the village trees we all count on you and trust you will blind our people and make us great and strong again...so shall it be!"

While Mallam Naa Zali had spoken his words all in the room had joined hands feeling the blood in the room flowing from one to the next. In a chorus, they all repeated the words: "So shall it be!" The meeting went on well into the next day´s early morning hours.

Greeted by the President of Tanzania King Thomas was lead from the airport of Dodoma to the State House, the official residence of the President. Before heading to that modern Palace styled place, the President of Tanzania had decided to give King Thomas a sightseeing tour of Dodoma and explained personally what was about to see. He referred to nineteen hundred seventy-four when the former German colony had moved its capital from Dar-es-Salam at the Indian ocean to the central town of Dodoma, back in those days a sleepy town of not more than forty thousand people. As of its location in the central heartland of Tanzania nevertheless, the ideal place to develop the country and support the industrialization in and around the central region to benefit more people than Dar-es-Salam was able to do, the largest city in the country still full of traders and logistics companies loading and offloading vessels from all around the globe as well as specifically from the neighbouring island of Zanzibar, still an island for herbs, spices and mystic fairy tales set in the land of Alibaba and his comrades told generations overall around the world.

Dodoma had been chosen as a modern city to avoid all the pitfalls modern cities with no well thought through plan had to face while in Dodoma of modern times public transport was key for the citizens to commute and leave their cars mostly at P+R facilities at the outskirts of the city that had grown over time from a humble place to close to one million inhabitants. To enter the city centre drivers had to pay heavy road tax meant to discourage them not to use the very flexible, mostly electric driven and often even driverless shared cars and busses, transport system at the end of the day made getting around the city so much easier. Instead of people stuck in traffic jams they were able to honour appointments and be more productive. The common spirit of Africans not to honour time, not to be well organized, not to work as a team but to trust each other by working on common goals, that was the spirit so well to feel, smell and see in the streets of Dodoma. People walked around the city at nights with no fears knowing at most places’ CCTV cameras were ensuring the safety of each citizen.

The Parliament building was shining bright in the afternoon sun once build by the courtesy of the Chinese, just like the building in Addis Ababa of the African Union. Gaddafi and Dodoma Mosque were impressive building, a must to be seen by any visitor. The Anglican Church stood still across the road of the Luthern Church with its mighty high and rather slim bell tower. Dodoma was meant to be a true reflection of the cultural and historic heritage of the nation Tanzania and truly it did.

"I am so happy to have you with us," said the President of Tanzania asking King Thomas to enter his Office. "Even as we had met on several occasions in Addis...to have you here with us in Tanzania is truly a great honour, Sir." Tea, coffee, cucumber sandwiches and other snacks were served on the side table standing prominently in the middle of the room.

King Thomas smiled and was pleased to be welcomed with open arms by a very warm-hearted President he had exchanged many ideas in the past: "Your country...may I mention the German...I mean your small history here on the ground...," was he smiling and waiting for the reaction of the President. Seeing that he was most amused about walking down memory lane granting him that little hint did he continue, "so we have personally, from our spirit, quite something in common!"

"The spirit of a man and a nation is vital to its success or failure," offered the President cucumber sandwiches to his guest of honour.

"It makes or a man or nation, that is for sure," agreed King Thomas have two sandwiches one with cucumber one with sliced eggs put before him.