excepts from my book: the fulcrum
Wednesday, November 9, 2011 12:23:28 PM
It was rumored that he made money in the States designing military hardware for Lockheed Martins* and used his connections with old army buddies to start up Startrust Inc; a defense contracting firm with headquarters in Abuja, Nigeria. In truth josh Wendell was just a pawn. He was just another ex marine who earned his meals by shipping used cars to Nigeria -a trade popularly known as tokumbo in the Nigerian auto market- before he met Dom Anadu, who used him to set up Startrust. Dom had picked josh because he was suited for the job; he had a military background and carried both an American and a Nigerian passport; he was a full citizen of both counties. That was the basic résumé Dom needed his pawn to have. Dom offered josh a deal he couldn’t resist; a deal that changed his life and fortunes alike. Josh was not stupid, he knew better than to double-cross a man like Dominic Anadu. He played his role as a puppet very well, to the satisfaction of his puppeteer and his loyalty was duly rewarded.
On this night Bill was paying one of his rare visits to the Startrust headquarters, accompanied by Ethan Anadu, and josh was playing host.
“Straight scotch for Ethan, bourbon for the man from Kentucky and kirsch for me” kirsch was a notable brand of brandy produced in the Alsace area of France, in Switzerland, and in the Black Forest region of Germany, by distilling the fermented juice of the black morello cherry. Josh poured out the drinks and sat in a similar sofa across to the ones his guests sat on; there was a table in between them, where their drinks sat. They were in josh’s office; it was posh, spacious and had a nice view of the city. The walls were graced with pictures of contemporary military hardware.
Ethan took a sip from his glass “hmm nice” he said
“I’m glad you like it” josh beamed “I pick my drinks just like I pick my cars; smooth and strong” josh didn’t have a really nice face and it looked worse when smiled.
“I hope you don’t pick your women with such description” Bill joked. They all laughed
“Dear lord no!” josh almost chocked with laughter
“And what cars in your stable fit such description?” Ethan asked
“A ford explorer and a ford mustang, both twenty twelve models” josh grinned like a kid bragging about his new toys; Ethan almost winced at the sight.
“Nice taste” he noted
“Like we say back home in Detroit: if it wasn’t made in Detroit then it ain’t a car”
“Well said” Bill noted “you seem to have carved a notch for yourself here, it’s even been rumored that you have the president’s ears”
Josh wasn’t sure that was a complement. He knew Bill, like Williams, was ex CIA, and josh wasn’t comfortable with spooks; they always were suspicious of everything and everyone. He chose his next words carefully.
“You know the media here would say anything just to sell their papers”