Judas Iscariot: The Assasination- Part 1

Monday, seemed a normal day to me. I had the same routine as usual, I got up at 5:30 a.m, took a quick shower and settled for cornflakes and milk. This time though, I noticed the little photo frame on the side of my bed. It was covered by dust and when I ferrociously rubbed it, I was greeted by the beautiful smile of Whitney, my wife. She had urged me never to settle for less in life and to always ensure I was at the top. I had failed in that attempt and she had left me to go on a long voyage with Derrick-my arch-nemesis. Life seemed useless. It was as if my heart had been taken out of me and yet forced to live...and yet I survived, without a heart!

My attitude about life completely changed and within a trifle of a lifetime, I became a villain. I had traversed the whole of Uganda for a job but unfortunately couldn't get any. Yet my grades at University were superb but it was just because Whitney had been the banister in my life, my support and now it felt like I was a pair of stairs independent of a banister. Fate threw me at the hands of TJ Corporation, a company dealing in exportation of flowers. It was run by a cold, selfish repugnant and dictatorial man-Jezneel Tuhimbise. He had welcomed me with open arms and I quickly climbed my way through the ladders of leadership. I could have sworn that I became his second-in-command within a second.

Working with him was so thrilling because he gave me a chance to run most of the errands he could have himself. Working so hard was the only way I would forget Whitney so I worked so hard...till it hurt! Ouch! Seven years flew by so fast and I must admit my life had undergone a revolution-I had flings with the secretaries, embezzled funds and once in a while fired a few employees who failed to give in to my demands. I was now boss. I remember an incident of when one of my personal secretaries, Immaculate refused to let me sleep with her because 'she feared office relationships don't last'. I was vexed I fired the idiot the next morning. Jezneel seemed to care less about what I did. He told me 'Your output is all I care about'. Something puzzled me though; the fact that I put in all the hardwork and he...well, the recognition! When our company was awarded as the best tax payer, all he said during his acceptance speech was 'I would like to thank the Almighty God and my wonderful team!' Eek! I was no idiot, this had to stop.

The opportunity presented itself when a group of workers started planning to resign because of the poor working conditions. I persuaded them to stay but promised that the big man had to leave. I made up reasons as to why they were in that state of agony. I promised to oust Jezneel and ensure a 10% salary increase. I must have had been like Napoleon talking to his disillusioned forces in the Italian campaign. My suggestion was welcomed with loud cheers and ulutations. The plan was set, I was to forge a bunch of papers which showed that he had embezzled company funds worth 12 billion Uganda shillings. I also manupilated various computers and programmed them to affirm the paper evidence. He couldn't detect what would hit him. I laughed loudly with him as I always did and I couldn't help but laugh at his inocence.

As I looked at Whitney's picture that morning, I said to myself 'This is the kind of life you wanted, wish you were around to enjoy it'. My thoughts were rudely interupted when my cellphone vibrated. Jezneel was calling. Could he have discovered that I would expose him at the company's end of year dinner that evening among shareholders and respectable dignitaries? I gasped. A huge lump formed on my neck. Cold beads of sweat fell down my cheeks. He wasn't supposed to know the plan...atleast not yet.

'Yes boss' I said in a trembling voice.

'Had a rough night, eh?' he intoned in his deep voice

'Uhm! No sir' I said, trying so hard to sound modest

'Well, I just called to remind you to drop at Nakumatt for a bottle of V&A,' he said. 'We've got some after party quaffing to do,' he added.

I was relieved. I grinned widely and giggled. I told him that I would do it right away. As the phone clicked, I raised my head did my necktie adjusted my court and looked at my watch. Five more hours before I could expose him. I sighed. It seemed like eternity in waiting. However, the thought of the aftermath made me develop the devil's horns on my head.