Zainab is pissed. She paces back and forth in her 10×10 room wishing she has more space to vent. She picks up her phone and drops it. She should never tweet in anger but what she had just learnt was burning in her soul. “Calm down Tiger, calm down,” she says to herself and then sits at the edge of her bed. Her hand shakes, she wishes she hasn’t stopped smoking.
The things she has discovered about the Social League over the past one week have been too much for her. She is thankful that she has a medium to expose them for the true enemies of Nigeria they are. So called intellectuals whose only concern is the food on their plate. She hated being annoyed. When she is annoyed, she misses things. She doesn’t want to miss anything this time. The last time she had missed something, her best friend had died.
She opens her laptop and reads the mail again. One of the Social Leaguers was being sloppy. Or maybe it’s not what she thinks. She runs her hand through her hair trying to figure out what this was all about. Perhaps she should forward the mail to Akata. Akata would know what to do. She clicks forward and hits send trying to ignore the feeling in her mind. Red flags are going up in her head, she has to ignore them.
Zainab is aware there are now factions among the Social League and that is partly why she has this mail but they were all still working towards one goal. They had all framed and pushed the narrative that led to the ousting of the last administration. It is not as of the government did not commit grave errors themselves but they had a mission and the top four were paid well to get that job done. That was what annoyed her. As far as she is concerned, it is deceit to pretend to be working for the people when you are getting paid by politicians. This is why it is so important to her that Akata’s blog goes back up before tomorrow morning. She had to break the story that would expose Uche for what he really is. Funny thing is he still thinks he is relevant. No one deals with a thief with no honour. So why did this mail come from him?
Zainab hated puzzles. She picks her phone and this time scrolls to a number she hardly ever calls. It is saved simply as SK but he is the only member of her family she maintains any type of contact with.
Zainab grew up as a troubled child. Her father died when she was just four and her mother remarried less than a year later. Zainab had never forgiven her for that betrayal. Worse still, he step father was anything but a decent man. He attempted to rape Zainab when she was 10 and she scorched him with an iron. He couldn’t explain that she had scorched him in bad faith but had convinced her mother to send her off to boarding school, a solution which further alienated Zainab from her mother.
“Hello, ” the bouncy voice at the other end of the line says.
Zainab loved the way her brother answers the phone and would sometimes call just to hear him say “hello”.
“Can we meet?” Zainab hates pleasantries and discards of them whenever she has the opportunity.
“In about an hour,” he responds and Zainab can feel him looking at his watch.
She hangs up.
That was settled. If the content of the mail is really from the Presidency, SK would know.
She walks over to the tabletop fridge, pulls out a bottle of water and takes a long swig. No one on Twitter knows SK is her blood relation. He had an anonymous handle and his avi had not hatched. Those Twitter babes would have orgasms simple by looking at his picture. Zainab chuckles and finds that she has become quite relaxed.
She picks up her phone again and checks her Twitter. And then she sees Victor’s tweet. “Fool”, she thinks involuntarily as her stomach lurches in revulsion. She makes a mental note to make him the subject of her next exposé. People like him always have something about their past they dont want anyone to know of. She begins typing a tweet about how shameless some overlords are, has a rethink and discards it. There is no need feeding his narcissistic ego by acknowledging his foolishness.
She begins to get dressed slowly, trying to go through all the information she gathered that day. It is obvious that someone, somewhere is ensuring that most of the news that gets to the media has been watered down . These days traditional media relied on social media for news and information. If social media is under anyone’s direct or indirect control so will the traditional media. It seems plausible enough but something about that email just doesn’t add up.
Zainab turns off the light and will out of the room. She has always had a feeling that Akata’s blog is being targeted for a reason but going by the content of that email, this is a coordinated attempt as using blackmail to silence any voice that is likely to go against the Federal Government. She will talk to SK and then she will know what next steps will be.
(Disclaimer: All characters appearing in this series are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.)