The President last day

Chapter Five

"Thank you very much", said the driver.

Forthwith they arrived at Somerset inn. The driver couldn't thank her enough. Mrs. Johnson tried to wave it, but the driver persisted. She gave him her card, the taxi driver collected it and zoom off. She stood at the entrance of the inn. She looked around as if she knew someone there. She sat somewhere around the entrance, went through her phone for some minutes. It seemed she hadn't finished her order. She moved in after clearing herself at the security unit. She looked tired and weary after all-day stress. She was directed to the reception. She neared one of the security standing, the security mumbled and pointed his hand at a lady, it seemed she wanted to dispose refuse. The lady collected the refuse from her, it was the container filled with the food she bought at the takeaway. When she reached the reception, a lady attended to her forthwith and she was given a card.

"Do you come with any luggage?", asked one of the receptionists.

"No", she replied.

She seemed to be having a headache. How she replied occurently with her head sign.

"I like your bag", said one of the ladies at the reception.

"Really?!", she chuckled looking at the bag.

The receptionists all laughed when she said she would drop it when she would be going. She was a simple woman. She was sometimes referred to as jestress by her colleagues. She was loved by almost everyone in the U.S, though some didn't like her for the fact that she supported the opposition party due to the way the central authority was being governed. She did exude her frustration towards the ruling party all the time she discussed the media. Even some of her children did refute her claims. Especially, her first son, Dest. Dest was a supporter of the ruling party, he and her mother did have some debate concerning their contention. Her other two children also the opposition party.

Checking through the card she was given at the reception. She arrived at the room where she would lodge. She collapsed on the bed. She picked her phone to check what the time says, she nodded her head in disappointment. She thought of phoning the hospital but she changed her psyche. She took the remote and switch on the television. The channel was already on CNN. The report that had been trending over some weeks in Nigeria was what they were reporting. She was one of the committees set up by the medium to investigate the occurrence. It was said to be a m******e as popularly said. She picked her phone to go through some files she saved on it. She should have done that with her laptop, but she wasn't with it.

"How can a central authority be this cruel, this is a crime against humanity", she exclaimed soliloquizing.

She was an investigative journalist. She was interested in the case more than any other person in the medium company. She hates cheating. The death of the armless protesters who were murdered by the Nigeria armed men pained her to the nerve. What they were reporting when she switched on the television was the fact that the Nigerian government refuted the allegations that armless protesters were, they tagged it as fake news. Several from Nigeria had been interviewed on the television including the governor of the state where the incident occurred before the official news was released after thorough investigations. Though they weren't done with the investigation. She was supposed to be the one that should be reporting everything about the case, but since she wasn't around someone else had to take over.

She was chatting with some personnel from Serbia. Concerning the bullets which were recovered at the scene where the m******e took place. She also had a plan of visiting Serbia. She wasn't glad for the fact that the government refuted an explicit investigation with shreds of evidence. The fact that the UN was still contemplating the sanction they were going to put on the Nigerian government was welcome progress.

Mrs. Johnson had a strong interest in black. She had done her best to make sure that the interest of the blacks was protected all over the world. She was alw saddened by what the black nations were going through and how they were being treated. They were several injustices that had been done against the blacks in America she had made sure they were given justice. She was more interested in taking up a case concerning anything related to injustice especially the blacks. She also partnered with some NGOs in Atlanta to make sure the black communities live equal life as Americans. Her phone rang as she was jotting down some information she has just gotten. She looks at the phone, it was one of her colleagues at work. She wanted to concluded what she was writing, but forthwith she saw it was one of her colleagues, she picked.

"Hey, Mrs. Borris, good evening, how are you doing", asked Mrs. Johnson.

"I am doing good and you?"

"Sure! I am!"

"Huh! Alright, I just decided to hear from you, because I didn't see you at work today".

"Yes, I have to attend to an urgent situation here in Michigan, but I will be back soon".

They concluded the phone call after spending some minutes conversing. She cut the call while chuckling, it seemed Mrs. Borris had made a joke. Mrs. Borris was her chum and the only friend she had. Other people she did talk to was her children. She picked the remote again and changed the channel when they were on A.J talk. She changed it to Aljazeera. She felt like ordering for dinner. She struggled to where the cell phone was.

"Hey, hello, please someone should attend to me forthwith", she said and dropped the cell phone.