To ensure that Lesley never called her again unless she called, Mrs. Juana Oscar turned off her cellular phone.

Unfortunately for her, she had forgotten she had specially asked the MTN workers to allow her use her temporal number with her daughter. “Mrs. Juana, it is me, Lesley”

Julia was not surprised because she had been experiencing the same events over the years and she couldn’t change her number because most of her friends knew that number.

“This is not my mother, who is this?” Lesley felt his teeth clench in rage. He couldn’t imagine why Mrs., Juana will give her phone to her daughter to speak to him. Lesley after hanging up the phone looked up in the skies and smiled. Lesley was becoming less patience at the moment. Mrs. Juana Oscar was one of the deadliest women in the country.

A young and beautiful woman who will sell her pride of womanhood to close down anything she wanted to keep secret. The Ghanaian political scene was seeing more women moving into it. Women not only lacked the physicality’s necessary for the presidential seat of the nation Ghana, but their mere presence posed a dangerous distraction to the men in the field of politics.

As Lesley had feared, Mrs. Juana was proving far more distracting than he could ever imagine.

At about thirty-five years old, she had a strong will to take the seat as the president of the Republic of Ghana. Her eager espousal of Ghana’s women who were making Ghana proud around the world continually pushed her on.

And by far the most troubling woman in the political scene to the men was the inescapable universal truth that in middle aged men, an attractive young woman always drew eyes away from the work at hand. And yet Lesley was very happy that he had been in bed with her and had a video that could prove what he had done with the CEO of Vodafone.

For a moment, Edward thought his father was going insane with the paper in his safe. His father was mid-sentenced when his jaw stopped moving and his eyes bulged. His blistering gaze seemed fixated on something on the paper. Before Edward could question his father of his sudden change, his father called him. “Did the professor tell you anything about the coat of arms?”

Edward felt a sense of fear in him, “he was suppose to tell us the very day he was taken to the clinic, he previously had a lecture at the university which he spoke about the coat of arms, but sources say he was nearly attacked before he could even continue with his lecture, since then he has not said anything about it till he died” Edward said on a low tone. “What do you think about his emotions concerning the coat of arms?” Doctor Franklin asked his son as he turned to the stairs where Edward sat.

“He wanted to tell us the secret behind the coat of arms” Edward said with uncertainty. Doctor Franklin became more focused now to what his son was saying, “I believe the same way, come and see something” Edward descended down the stairs towards the direction where his father sat. He saw the scrawled information on the paper which read:

“The eagle and chicken story, the blinded truth of the known symbol of the                                                             

  Nation, Ghana. 737.”

Edward was surprised to see the information his father was showing him, he never saw that the first time he came into the safe for the paper. He looked puzzled and lost. “What does it mean, dad?” he pretended he had not seen his father put the paper in the safe box. “If the numbers were ritual numbers, it will have been seven or three, the normal illuminati digits”

Victor Villa, the Vice chancellor of the University of Ghana sat alone in his small office in the states, the day that the professor’s funeral was done. It was a very big funeral that saw people from all walks of life. With dignitaries from various universities and not to mention headline famous actors and actresses, professors and other dignitaries like the president of the republic if Ghana.

Mr. Villa was disturbed about the inescapable incident that had just happen in Ghana. He kept on thinking about the issue as to how the police were able to find out that he was the one who had poisoned the minister. He stood up and walk around the room and came back to his seat. He had poisoned the professor with the most effective of all the poisons known in the world. He picked his phone and called his home in Ghana.

“Hello, Kwame, let me speak to your madam” Villa said in a low tone. “Sir, the policemen came see you, I talk dem sai you no dei, dey be angry sai you kill professor, the news sai, the professor was poisoned and later sombodi go kill am” the gateman trembled as he spoke. Immediately Villa hanged up the phone. He was shocked to the sudden news.

“Then who killed him?” this question became the current obstacle in his head, he was not sure whether to go to Ghana to propose against the allegation that he did not kill the professor. Professor Victor Villa was a well known political frontier in the politics in Ghana.

 He had studied in the University of Ghana and had made a lot of degrees. He usually read books like the popular piece, “within reason” by Donald B. Calne, he taught his students about directing the society using the principles of reason as a guideline.

In one of his favorite saying in the university he said “to deny that reason has a role in setting our goals seems, at first, rather odd. A personal decision to go on a diet or to take more exercise appears to be based upon reason. The same might be said for a government decision to raise taxes or to sign a trade treaty. But reason is only contributing to “how” portion of these decisions; the more fundamental “why” element, for all of these examples, is driven by instinctive self-preservation, emotional needs, and cultural attitudes.

We are usually reluctant to admit the extent to which these forces govern our behavior, and accordingly we often recruit reason to explain and justify our actions. The transparency of our efforts is revealed by the term we have coined for covering up this irrational behavior.” Mr. Victor Villa was somehow right about his assertion about reason and instincts. In the past, reason has been given the status of an independent, external and ultimate authority, with the ability to confer wisdom and goodness.

 Like a deity, reason was conceived as powerful. The ascent of reason began when ancient Greeks surveyed the universe and attempted to sort out the confusion of ideas that had accumulated over previously known history. Mr. Villa was a man of his words and will go to any extent to get whatever that he wanted from whom ever, but his time he had made a mistake, he had failed for the first time to cover his tracks and the police were now seriously waiting for him to arrive. Previously, the police had sent men to spy on the Vice Chancellor in case he was up to something, but the Vice Chancellor knew better than the police and cut short everything he was up there doing.

The interior decoration of the Accra Mall looked like every other expensive multi-billionaire company in the country, a beautiful decorated space where goods were sold to the public at low or high prices depending on what the person wanted to buy.

The youth roomed about the mall mostly with the view of window shopping or better still buy something cheaper or take a photograph from the photo shop in the mall. On the other part of the mall were several food services like frankees, chicken inn and the ice- cream pub. A group of high school kids skating came in to the mall zooming out their IPAD touch to the other kids who did not have them.

 Edward raised his head and saw an enormous board overhead. The white and green light that reflected on the board gave the splendid beauty it was portraying to the public. Watch the most thrilling and suspense movies in the silver bird cinemas.

As it read on the board.

Edward wanted to find a way of asking Julia to watch the movie with him. The reason was simple, Julia always was like “ what is the fun in watching movies” actually, Julia had dislike for movies before she attained her tenth birthday when she together with her mom went to watch Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. Edward checked his watch, it was 5:30pm and the movie was about to start. “Can we watch SINGLE 6 today; I really want to watch the movie?”  Julia looked in his eyes and kissed him.”

“Why not”, Edward was very excited and wondered what had prompted her to accept without any questions. Edward led Julia to the ticket window and asked for two tickets. “Here you are and have a nice time together” the man had said as he smiled. Julia led as they entered the cinema hall.