DIARY OF A PDP DELEGATE, FOUR!

 CHAPTER FOUR

My hotel room was seriously tempered with by the time I got there but I had nothing to say as any mistake could be deadly as my pockets were heavily loaded already and I was in a haste to get to the airport where I could catch the next available flight to fly back to the east and rest my mind following the events of the few hours ago in which I ended up voting in favour of the lesser evil as I meant well for this country.

On getting to Coal City, I called a bosom friend of mine who came and picked me up from the Airport straight to his luxuriously furnished apartment where I freshened up and changed into a local attire to avoid implicating myself as news was everywhere that delegates must have cashed out big time and there was even a rumour that the must have been under the 'dollar rain' with people that matter in the society.

Well, that is a story for another day because what I care about right now is a dose of Nzeakor Davis Motivation which of course, I can easily grab when I log onto my Facebook App and flip over to Chioma's wall.

If I say everything I saw at the convention, then this atmosphere will not contain us. I leave you to elect the next president！

Don't fail to do us proud.