As soon as he opened his eyes, he
felt it. A strange peace, a calm clarity. He stretched. Even his limbs were
stronger and surer. He looked at his phone. Thirty-seven new text messages –
and all while he was asleep. With one click, he deleted them. The empty screen
buoyed him. Then he got up to bathe, determined to fold the day into the exact
shape that he wanted.
Those Levick people had to go. No
more foreign PR firms. They should have made that article in the American
newspaper sound like him, they should have known better. They had to go. And he
would not pay their balance; they had not fulfilled the purpose of the contract
after all.
He pressed the intercom. Man Friday came in, face
set in a placidly praise-singing smile.
“Good morning, Your Excellency!”
“Good morning,” Oga Jona said. “I had a revelation from God.”
Man Friday stared at him with bulging eyes.
“I said I had a revelation from God,” he repeated.
“Good morning, Your Excellency!”
“Good morning,” Oga Jona said. “I had a revelation from God.”
Man Friday stared at him with bulging eyes.
“I said I had a revelation from God,” he repeated.

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