Two days later, the Council of elders which consist of the Ichies, the Nze’s and Ozo title holders of which Polycarp was a member to all were having impromptu but urgent deliberations inside the obi of the dead Royal Father when the cellular phone in his breast pocket started buzzing. He brought it out and punched the answer button.
“Who is that? Call me back in three hours’ time, I am in a closed door meeting.” His loud voice got him all the attention he had really wanted.
The cellular buzzed again after twenty seconds. This time around, Polycarp had made up his mind. He excused himself down to the end of the hall.
“Who the hell are you? Don’t you understand the meaning of a closed door meeting?”
The little voice reaching his ear sounded so concerned.
“Chief, a colleague of mine came
