A CORRUPTED CYCLE OF AUTHORITY BY JOAN BYONANEBYE
#NSAC21 Short Story He had a mohican cut and hawkish half- dome check bones sat above an oaken jaw, walked with a tiger like trend as Mr. Twerwaneho moved past people to his office. It was after two hours now that I saw no hopes waiting to visit the office. Recalling from Michael de Montaigne's saying, "The flimflam of the age is made up by the particular contribution of every individual man; some contribute treachery, others tyranny, avarice, atheism according to their power." I realised individuals entering the office were giving in a bum steer as the long waiting list felt less important. I sat in the compound wondering how such an egocentric made it into the office. To my sight, a man with a strange appearance came. His face toil worn and tanned from exposure to the elements, walked wearily and sadly as if he would suddenly explode in a burst of rage. So touched I approached Mr. Aine. Tears of despondency flowed down my visage like water from a faulty tank...