I stared at him in shock.
I could not believe my eyes.
Yes, it’s him, alright.
He looked a bit older,
but you cannot really miss that
charming smile and boyish looks.
I remembered when I sentenced
him to prison…
It was a bit over two years ago.
My wife had told me he tried to
And she had strong evidence to back
her claim: his jacket.
There was no way his jacket could
have been in my wife’s hand in our
bedroom if he had not been there
and had taken it off.
I was so mad, I wanted to sentence
him to death.
Somehow, my fury was assuaged and
I committed him to life imprisonment.
And I totally forgot about him.
The king had a dream and he needed
it interpreted immediately.
Apparently, he was very disturbed.
He asked me to get all the wise men
and magicians in the country to come
to the palace.
Did I mention I was the Chief Security
Officer to the king?
I gathered all these men, over a
hundred of them in an hour.
The king was pacing up and down the
Royal Court as they filed in.
He nodded at them as they all
greeted him in unison, “save the king!
May you live forever!”
As he sat down on the throne,
he rehashed his dream to them and
asked if anyone amongst them could
interpret it for him.
What bothered the king most was that
he had the dream TWICE.
It would have been dismissed
as a result of tiredness, overeating
or anything else if you have a dream.
But when the dream is repeated,
you are wont to believe the gods are
trying to pass a message across to you.
And that is why the king was very
restless and desperate.
There was a murmur in the Royal Courts,
as the magicians and wise men consulted
As hard as they tried, none was brave
enough to hazard a guess.
It was safer to say you have no idea
what the dream meant than to give an
interpretation that would prove to
Better to err on the side of caution!
Just then, the Chief Butler to the
king came in.
He was surprised to see the crowd
and he asked me what was going on.
I brought him up to speed with
the king’s dilemma.
The Chief Butler suddenly hit
himself on the head.
“How forgetful can one be!
I think I can help the king solve
this problem, Potiphar!”
I laughed sarcastically.
“You? When did you become a
I know you serve the king’s wine- have
you somehow gotten drunk with it?”
The Chief Butler did not even see
the sarcasm in my voice.
He was adamant.
“Please let me speak to the king.
You know I was in prison about
two years ago and…”
I interjected, “Okay, you had a crash
course on dream interpretation in
“No, but I met a man there who
interpreted my dream and the
Chief Baker of the king.
And it happened to both of us as
he had interpreted-
I was restored to my position,
he was hanged!
I’m sure he can interpret the king’s dream.”
Okay, that made sense.
I quickly ushered him before the king
and he told him his experience with
this dream interpreter in prison.
The king asked him to be brought
before him immediately.
I sent some of my security operatives
to carry out the king’s instruction.
About thirty minutes later, the dream
interpreter was ushered into the
That was when I recognized him: Joseph.
I was too much in shock to talk.
I just watched as he went about the
interpretation of the king’s dream,
to the amazement of the wise men and
magicians who looked on in awe of
the wisdom in display before everybody
in the Royal Court.
I was still trying to digest what
I just saw and heard when I heard
the king say, “Forasmuch as God has
revealed this to you, it is obvious
there in nobody in this country as
wise and as discreet as you.
I need you in my cabinet to steer
the ship of state in the right
direction: I hereby appoint you as
Prime Minister of the Federation!”
I felt my knees buckle, but I
managed to remain standing.
The Chief Butler noticed I was sweating
profusely and was pale.
He asked if I was okay.
How could I ever be okay?
The man I sentenced to prison two years
ago has just been appointed into an
office many steps ahead of me, and
this bloke is asking if I am okay-
what kind of a stupid question is that?
I could not get out of the Royal Court
any faster than I did.
By the time I got home, the news had
It was on TV, radio, online, on every
blog in the country.
It trended on twitter and all social media.
As I entered the house,
I saw my wife couched up in a chair
I called her and she turned.
I noticed she was holding Joseph’s jacket.
I was surprised she still had it,
after these two years.
“What are you doing with that jacket?
And why are you crying?”
And my wife said, “I am sorry, dear.
I am so sorry. I lied about him…”
In that moment, I could not say which
was more devastating: having Joseph as
a superior officer, or realizing my wife
had lied to me, making me send an
innocent man to prison.
I collapsed on the nearest chair,
wondering what Joseph was going to
do to me.
Because I know if I were in his shoes,
I would surely yearn for vengeance.
At that moment, my phone rang.
It was a strange number.
I picked it with dread: “H-h-hello?”
“This is Joseph, sir. Please don’t worry
about it, okay?
It was all part of His plan…”
And he cut the line.
How magnanimous can anyone be…?
- Haruna Daniels