The African Prince

The Director-General had watched the whole show live and for free from the beginning from the top floor of the television station. The view was nice and he had a front row seat to all the action from a safe distance. He winced as he saw a woman being struck with the butt of a gun. He turned away from the window. No, he wasn’t going to feel sorry for them. After all, it was him they had been trying to cause trouble for with their protest. They’d just had the tables turned on them. He couldn’t understand why they couldn’t have a little more patience; after all they had waited for all this while. What did a few more months matter? He just couldn’t understand Nigerians. They were always trying to cause trouble for someone else or pull him down. What had he achieved in the last 3 years he had been head of the station? Not much. He had only built one house in his village and it was just a two storey building, and it wasn’t even the biggest in his village. He was trying to complete the second before the year ran out. He had bought a house in Ikoyi, another in Lekki and was considering one in Victoria Garden City. Apart from his official car, he had a Hummer with all the necessary accessories and the latest BMW 7 series. He had acquired a chieftaincy title from his village and he was expecting another. Considering what some of his predecessors had done and what some other government officials had acquired, he was definitely a non-starter. He did not have a house in Asokoro in Abuja yet. So why were these people trying to cause trouble for him and spoil his dreams? He wasn’t going to let them. He sat down at his desk and picked up the phone. He had to call the President to thank him for the mobile policemen he had sent to arrest the situation.