How can a country have no money?

Imagine that this so-called Harvard trained economist whom I made finance minister tells me that our coffers are running low.

Honestly, this chap is talking about a country. And its money. How can a country's coffers run dry? A country that owns everything? Is that possible?

Why, even my grandmother knew how to save and balance her books with money earned from selling groundnuts. Now what about a whole country that owns the land. The people. Companies. Everything? How can it have no money?

This is what I do not understand with the so-called educated chaps. They go by the book. Everything has to be according to a chapter in a book written by some dead guy from America or Britain.

This is not America. This is not Britain. We are an independent country. A sovereign state. That is what we died and killed for.

And look now, this American educated chap wants to drag us back to the very people whom we fought. The same system we refused.

There is no way this country will have no money. That cannot happen even when some of my ministers take here and there. They cannot take everything. How can they drain an ocean dry?

During the war, we managed to run our finances. It was not much but we managed. We survived. But to say that a country's coffers are running dry is absurd.

Do I sense some sabotage here? What is wrong with these young people? This finance minister is like the editor. That boy who run stories which are shaming us. I see a thread. Where was this editor boy educated again? Could be England if am not mistaken.

I see it now. First, the stories that my gallant police officers are butchering students. Even showing those pictures of my police force tear-gassing the misbehaving students. Who does that?

And that silly editorial: The government should do more! Nxaaa. For Christ's Sake! That in my paper. And then we pay that bastard who embarrasses us like that.

If the finance minister and that editor boy thinks I am an idiot, they have it coming. They can't destroy the party from within.

Even during the war, we dealt effectively with such dangerous people. I am watching them. If they keep pushing me into the corner, the comrade in me will fight back.

I need a new finance minister. One who understands the sacrifice of war. The losses caused by war. One who saw the blood. The death. Not one who counts money while taking notes from an old book written stupid people.