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Me and I - The Politician's P.A. (Sambo)

 We had just left the airport that afternoon. He was unusually annoyed - I had learned to not ask him what was bothering him.

While we were waiting at the airport, he just looked at me and said "find out what happened to Sambo."

He was annoyed - I did not want to ask any questions.

I had to go to that bar along Aniocha south. Delta state was in a weird position at that time.

I went to watch the world cup - I honestly had no interest in football, but then an instruction was an instruction.

I ordered a drink I did not need.

I held it. I just knew someone was going to approach me.

Out of the corner of my eyes, I noticed the lady with the flaming red hair staring at me.

Everybody kept cheering at the match... I had no interest.

I remember Segun telling me that Nigeria was losing.

The idea with social interactions is that - as I always tell people, I don't know how to do them.

The lady, as I came to know her name later was Binta walked up to me and said Somto did not kill Sambo.

It was weird that Sambo owed Somto a lot of money, and then he died... unceremoniously.

I did not complain, I just stared at her - Ms. Mope told me at some point that my stares were weird - and said "how did you know that I came here to find out that?" She kept quiet, stared at the label on my shirt and said "I know your boss."

I hated the fact that I wore that shirt on that particular day - we had a branded shirt we "had" to wear whenever we were official. I hated it.

I still do not know what happened to Sambo.

It took me days to tell my boss I did not know. He didn't ask, I didn't follow up.

I learned to keep quiet when I noticed his anger.

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