
The Customs Comptroller Who Was Held Up At The Borders
Zakari glared at his phone as it vibrated on the table right in front of him. This was the third time it was pinging, yet he ignored it. He was still seething from the aftermath of the meeting which he has recently dismissed The monthly meeting of his regional Comptrollers – officers who controlled various ports across the country This particular session turned out to have exhausted him emotionally in addition to its usual mental exhaustion Both the ministers of Trade and Finance had read him an ultimatum during their meeting last week An ultimatum which left him no choice – clean up your house or risk being tossed out with the bath water Three of the core Commands under his jurisdiction were not turning in enough taxes – and two of them, headed by his own people It didn’t









