Martin Amidu questions Anas' integrity

Anas Aremeyaw Anas

‘Citizen Vigilante’ and former Attorney-General, Mr Martin Amidu, has called the integrity of investigative journalist Anas Aremeyaw into question, suggesting that the ace anti-corruption crusader has been compromised.

In an article published on GraphicOnline on Monday, Mr Amidu alleged that it was the late President John Atta Mills who recruited Anas to collaborate with select security personnel to undertake the judicial corruption investigation which exposed monumental bribery and corruption in the judiciary, involving over 180 workers, including 34 judges.

Mr Amidu asserted that the late President commissioned a two-pronged investigation targeting the judiciary and parliament, but while the current President, John Mahama, has sanctioned the release of the results of judiciary investigation to the public, he has compromised and suppressed the results involving parliament.

He said: “I was Presidential Advisor on Legal Affairs in the second half of 2009, I was Minister for the Interior in 2010, and the Attorney General in 2011 before I left office in 2012. I therefore know what I am talking about.

‘I do not think that the late President Mills intended to suppress the results of the Parliamentary 

corruption investigation by compromising it and using only the results of the judicial corruption investigations to damnify the judiciary knowing quite well that whatever results to be obtained will only be the tip of the ice berg.

“Unfortunately, Prof. Mills died before his commission could be fulfilled and his successor, John Dramani Mahama, has chosen to use the results selectively and to suppress other results, particularly the parliamentary one whose video is ready, available to the Government and has with its permission been viewed secretly by the leadership of one branch of Government which is pleased to participate in the criminal conspiracy and unconstitutional conduct of suppressing it from the public to protect its image.”

Implying that Anas is complicit in the alleged plan by the President to suppress the parliamentary anti-corruption investigation results, Mr Amidu said: “An anticorruption activist or journalist must be a man of the highest integrity himself! He cannot be a government agent under any excuse.”

“Let the judiciary be exposed but it is unjust to hide the other evidence of corruption obtained by the same anti-corruptionpreneurs,” he added, saying: “He who comes to equity must come with clean hands.”

Mr Amidu also questioned the Attorney-General’s decision to grant immunity to Anas and his Tiger Eye PI team, whom he described as “entrepreneurial Government Commissioned undercover agents” who had collaborated with established security agencies as independent whistleblowers under the Whistleblowers Act, 2006 (Act 720), and contrary to the prohibition of the Police Service (Private Security Organizations) Regulations, 1992 (L.I. 1571).

Must Read: Nora… (16+) Part 5

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Nanny Rita in her room, sorting out her and Peter’s clothes after laundry. Peter walks into her room, with a very sad face, sat down on a chair.

Nanny Rita: Peter, what are you doing here? Are done trimming the flowers?

Peter didn’t reply, she noticed something was wrong with him…

Nanny Rita: Son are you okay?

She dropped some clothes on the bed and walked towards Peter.

Nanny Rita: What happened to you?

She touched his cheek, poor Peter couldn’t talk, he was still hurt by those heart breaking words from Mrs Smith.

Nanny Rita: What’s wrong with you dear?

Nanny Rita became worried…

Peter: Who is my father? I want to know my father.

Nanny Rita was shocked, she never expected him to ask her such questions and she suspected something must has triggered him to ask such question.

Nanny Rita: I’ve told you several times, you will know your father when the time comes. Your father is very much alive, but he denied you, he denied us. Peter you will know who your father is in due time.

Peter: I need to know my father, I’m tired of being called a bastard by her.

Nanny Rita surprised…

Nanny Rita: Who called you a bastard?

Peter: Mrs Smith, she doesn’t like me. I just don’t know why. Ever since I was young, she always pick ?ght with me. I just don’t get it, why would she hate me for no reason.

Nanny Rita: You already should know, she doesn’t like any of us. You should get used to it by now.

Peter: How I wish you can just tell me who my father is, even if you can just show a picture or something.

Nanny Rita: In due time son.

She moved away from Peter, Continued sorting out her clothes.

Peter: Why don’t we leave this house, we can start our own lives. Go away from here.

Nanny Rita: Do you want us to be deported?

Peter: We can go back to Mexico, I’ve never been there. I can continue my education there. I’m tired of this humiliation.

Nanny Rita: (Sigh) We can’t go back for now, this where you belong.

Peter: I don’t…

Nanny Rita: Peter don’t be naughty, i’m sure you’ve got work to do. Go to cut some flowers

Peter fumes…

Peter: Is this what we are gonna be for the rest of our lives? Slaves?

Nanny Rita: Peter don’t say that, we are not slaves.

Peter: Then what are we? You don’t want to leave this house, you don’t want to tell me who my father is, you don’t even care if Mrs Smith calls me a bastard, neither do you care that she can’t stop calling you a dirty prostitute.

Nanny Rita was touched…

Nanny Rita: Enough Peter… This is where we belong.

Peter: No, this is where you belong, not me. I just hope I won’t abscond one of these days.

He angrily walks out of her room and banged the door.

Nanny Rita was devastated, she was confused, she just sat down on her bed, looked worried. She brought out her rosary and did the Trinity sign.

To Be Continued…

Must Read: Nora… (16+) Part 4

Few minutes later… They were all dressed, gorgeous Nora walking out, she opened the door and saw her well dressed father and Peter beside the limousine, talking together. She caught their attention, Peter was melted by her beauty, he was happy and speechless when he saw her.

Mr Smith: Isn’t she lovely?

Mr Smith gave Nora a warm hug…

Mr Smith: You look stunning Nora

Nora was shy…

Nora: Thanks Dad

Nora was shy and blushing, she couldn’t even look at Peter’s face.

Mr Smith: Enter the limo angel

Nora: After you Dad, waiting for Mummy.

Mr Smith: Alright then

Mr Smith entered the limousine… Peter couldn’t get his eyes off Nora. Nora moved closer to him.

Peter: You’re so beautiful

As he was about to hold her hand, Mrs Smith appears…

Mrs Smith: Get your filthy hands of my daughter, you bastard. (Angrily)

They quickly separated…

Mrs Smith: Get into the car now, Nora. Now.

Sad Nora entered into the car… Mrs Smith walking towards Peter, as the other maid’s and workers watched from distance.

Mrs Smith: Don’t you ever lay your infested, dirty latina hands on my daughter, go touch your dirty, prostitute mother.

Mr Smith: Common Julie that’s rude

Mrs Smith: No wonder you don’t have a father. Next time you touch my daughter you and your mother will be deported back to that miserable country of yours.

Mrs Smith looked at the other maid’s staring…

Mrs Smith: What are you slaves staring at? Get out of here.

The maids quickly rushed away.

Mr Smith: Julie!!!

Mrs Smith: Stay out of this Bryan

She angrily entered the limousine…

Peter’s eyes were already teary… Poor Peter.

Mr Smith looked so helpless and unhappy as he looked onto Peter. He entered the Limousine as the car moved. Pretty but sad Nora kept watching Peter as the car moves away. Peter still standing helplessly, crying, as the maids approached him to console him.

To Be Continued….

Must Read: Nora… (16+) Part 3

Nora and Peter Continued their secret love affair, they meet almost everyday in their secret location. They are deeply in love but they dare not come out to the world that they are lovers, especially Nora’s mother who loathes Peter so much.

Few Days Later… Nora, her mother and father had an outing, they are visiting Desmond’s family. While in her room, Nora dressing up for the event as her mother walks in unexpectedly.

Nora: Mum, you could have knock

Mrs Smith: I’m your mother

Nora: Whatever

Mrs Smith: I don’t like this gown, what about the gown Robert got for you, I love that, you look s*xy** in it.

Nora: s*xy**?… I’m not going on a date.

Mrs Smith: Yes you are, have you forgotten Desmond?

Nora was upset… Her mother went straight to her wardrobe to select the best gown that will suit.

Nora: Please mum, I just wanna wear this.

Mrs Smith: No, we are visiting your in-laws, you need to look good.

While she continued ransacking Nora’s wardrobe, Nora got frustrated and laid on her bed.

Mrs Smith brought out a beautiful red gown.

Mrs Smith: Perfect… Take that thing off and wear this one.

Nora was reluctant and unhappy…

Mrs Smith: Nora, don’t be naughty…

Nora: Mum I don’t want to go, I don’t like this whole idea of match making.

Mrs Smith pulled Nora up, unclothed her… Nora began to grudge.


Mrs Smith: Nora!!!

Nora pick the gown and wore it… She was looking so beautiful. Her mum was blushing.

Mrs Smith: You’re so beautiful…

Nora: Oh, please mum… I don’t like Desmond. Why do you have to match make for us, you did that to Robert and Ben. I don’t want it.

Mrs Smith: As you can see, your brothers are happily married to the ladies I picked for them. I know what is best for you all.

As she reached for the second window to pulled back the curtain, she paused and stare at window, watching her husband and Peter laughing and talking together. She became angry, watching the both of them talking together, she frowned at it.

Nora: Mum, should I wear the flat shoes or the heels?

Mrs Smith didn’t reply as she was engrossed staring at the her husband and Peter discussing.

Nora: Mum, Mummy…

Mrs Smith: Oh! Yes, sweetheart… What did you say?

Nora: What is wrong with you?

Angry Mrs Smith moved away from the window.

Mrs Smith: I hate that boy, I just can’t stand his presence.

Nora: Who?

Mrs Smith: That bastard and wretched son of your dirty Nanny.

Nora: Peter?

Mrs Smith: Oh, I hate that name… I will advice you to wear the heels, flat shoes won’t do Justice to your dressing.

Mrs Smith, horribly walks out of Nora’s room.

Nora walked towards the window to see Peter, she was sad as she saw him and her father talking. She was unhappy, she was in deep thought. Her mother doesn’t like him, her mother has never liked him ever since they were. She was confused if she will ever marry Peter, her mother would never allow it. Even though her father likes Peter alot, Mr Smith likes Peter, they are close, they are both obsessed football lovers. Sad Nora pulled down the curtains.

To Be Continued…

Must Read: Letting Temptation… Part 9

While I bitterly struggled within me, Mirabel was clearly having one of the best moments of her life! We were now driving to the extra-Lessons center and for most part of the short trip, she was freely talking away. There was raw excitement in her and she never stopped thanking me every now and then! I could see she was liberated and moments of her hurting past were being rapidly replaced with something much more beautiful. She even said it herself at some point. She told me she felt so much freedom around me and she wished she would remain with me forever! Despite how far-fetched that did sound, I somehow felt I was equally wishing she could remain with me forever! Our reasons were the only possible variants though. But then, she hadn’t been anything short of a revelation since she came over and I wasn’t actually regretting it one bit. Our trip provided me another opportunity to see how intelligent she was and for someone who had a difficult childhood like hers, she was immensely impressive with her coordination level and wit! I was completely stunned when she later told me she attended a public primary school and it even helped buttress my earlier point!
Then, onto the much needed decency talk; I suddenly didn’t know how to start anymore! Here was a girl who had just announced to me how she loved being with me and doing chores for me. It now was already looking like I would only be cracking her up if I ever said any humiliating thing to her. Of course from all perspectives, she obviously did think she was doing her best for me and she hadn’t hurt me in anyway. Telling her she had done so was definitely going to be like a shot in her heart! I was worried. But then, I needed to say something. I needed to be the parent when her actual parents ain’t close. I needed to be that community that own her as their child. And ultimately, I needed to be the Priest who goes about promoting the goodnews! I had to speak up!
“Mirabel…” I suddenly called her as soon as I noticed a little window open up between our conversation. I needed to use it to talk about the events of the past days.
“Yes Father Daniel” she replied. Hearing her add my name to the ‘father’ for the first time ever, suddenly got my heart sinking in!
“Eehhhmmm…” I couldn’t pick it up anymore. “Ehmmm…. ”
“Is it about the moi-moi Father? Didn’t you like it?” she was totally off the mark
“Ehmmm…yes my daughter. It’s about the moi-moi but I liked it very much” I was defeated once more!
“Really?!” she was all smiles! “Thank yoooooooooooouuuuu!! I made sure to prepare it well Father! I knew you’d like it!”
I had to smile too; even though the self-condemnation within me just reached critical level! I had been defeated yet again!
When we arrived our destination, I was glad we barely spent any excess time. They were very prompt to attend to us and in roughly half an hour Mirabel was fully registered and given an ID. Talk of efficiency. And it thoroughly pleased me knowing such people would be in charge of preparing her for her coming matriculation exam. She was going to begin her classes the following week and I was given a long list of necessary study materials to purchase. Of course, everybody there easily recognized me as the Priest from the central parish. And you could even tell the confusion in the eyes of some, owing to the fact that I was having to do these things myself. Even when we chose to branch at a popular mall to buy some groceries we could use for lunch, the drama became much more palpable! People kept looking at the two of us as I walked side by side with her in my sparkling white alb! They were likely wondering who Mirabel was and why she was so close to me! Of course she wouldn’t ever stop laughing and smiling. And it only even made it look like there was a particular connection between us!

 When she then crossed an arm around mine; just like a wife would do her husband, I unmistakably noticed several heads leaning in to whisper a thing or two to their companions. To them, the Priest was definitely in love! But then in all that, I didn’t fail to detect what it actually felt like, being a married man.
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We both returned to the Rectory thoroughly famished! We had managed to pick up some very juicy fruits at the mall and just couldn’t wait to begin eating them already. But Mirabel had to change into something a bit freer, so I waited until she went in and changed into a blouse and a skirt. Then she took the fruits into the kitchen to wash them clean. However, I instantly noticed something quite unusual just after she had put the fruits in a plastic tray and served us in the living room. As she made to sit down on the seat directly across me, I instantly spotted she was likely not wearing any panty!

Mostly because of what I could see right through her slightly spread thighs! It was quite an instant shock to my prying eyes and for the next few minutes, I refused returning my gaze to her thighs despite the lure to do so! My Joystick wasn’t on the same plane as the rest of my body though, and had begun expanding already! However, after wondering if I was even correct about my suspicions in the first place, I decided to give her thighs another glance! And yes, I was very correct about it! In fact, this time around her thighs were a lot wider than before and I could clearly see her somewhat hairy Kittycat! I could see that she had a temptingly swollen mound and a clitoris seductively positioned just above her slit! I could also see that her vulva was so thick and full, with her inner lips cutting a fine trim along the slit; and thus gave her entire genital the look of an inviting French burger!

To Be Continued…

Must Read: Letting Temptation… Part 8

I woke up Thursday morning, a changed man. For the first time in over 15 years, I had just experienced an erotic dream! I had found myself in the midst of a bevy of young ladies and they were doing all manner of ungodly things on me! This was definitely the sign, I thought. And I felt I needed to take better control at this point to avoid crashing so emphatically! There was no hidden facts anymore. There were no unknowns. Everything just came to bare Wednesday night and it would only take someone who blatantly lies to himself, to still claim that I wasn’t being rapidly consumed by iniquity! It didn’t even take a tremendous amount of effort to uncover because right there between my legs that night, was the sign! My Joystick, for the first time in almost two decades, had grown so long; so much so that it stretched along the length of my Aaron Robe! And it brought with it, an unimaginable amount of desire to touch myself. Of course, I was worried and indescribably terrified! And as I watched the young semi-Unclad Mirabel cat-walk her way back to her bedroom, I had to admit remaining indifferent was only going to put me in more trouble! I was going to talk to her about my discomfort, and this time I had to mean it! Thoughts of similar like remained in my mind until I dozed off, on the study table where I was bent.

Mirabel woke me 6:01am. I had remained in my reading chair all night without knowing. She had obviously woken earlier than that because I smelt something cooking in the kitchen. She probably noticed me much later and then proceeded to wake me up. She had pajama on and it was pleasing seeing her decent again. I quickly reminded her that we would be seeing the guys organizing the extra-classes that day, to which she reaffirmed with a smile and then said a thank you. Her beautiful smile was already making my morning after all the terrible ‘nightmares’ I had witnessed in my sleep. As I went in for my prayers, I still had to deal with all the overbearing guilt from experiences of the previous night. And it only reconfirmed the need to speak to her about morality, decency and probably man/woman relationship. It was looking early in the day to speak about such things though, so I agreed within myself to discuss it all while we drove to the venue for the extra-classes.
It almost looked like a decision too stretched when I returned downstairs after praying, to eat breakfast. I knew she had finished cooking but didn’t meet any food on the dining table. So I had to head into her bedroom to ask her but on hearing her singing voice and the sound of running water, I quickly paused. She was bathing (in preparation for our going out) and probably had her bathroom door open again. So taking short calculated steps, I approached the bathroom entrance just close enough to notice that the door was actually open as suspected. I even mistakenly caught a bit of her side and Bosom on first look before instantly withdrawing myself!

“Mirabel…” I quickly called, doing best to regain my poise
“Yes Father. Do you need me?” she stopped singing
I needed her but not in the way my flesh was probably craving. “Yes my daughter. Where did you keep my breakfast?”
“Breakfast?…Oh!…Sorry Father!…” she suddenly pleaded, right from inside the bathroom. I was practically praying she wouldn’t do anything funny. “Please, check the kitchen counter…Just beside the dish washer.”
I didn’t say another word. I only turned around and began walking away. I could hear my voice, devotedly making unending rounds of prayers under my laboured breath!
However, just as she had said, my plates of custard and moi-moi were on the kitchen counter beside the dish washer. They were already looking good in the eye even before deciding to take a bite. She was an excellent cook and it was only fair to say her mum had a lot of good attributes after all. Of course the old adage says a child is everybody’s collective property and I was required to apply that in Mirabel’s case. Obviously, her mum never taught her about the need for a perpetual sanctity of the eyes. Let alone that of the Priest’s eyes. I certainly had the obligation to do so. I was going to talk to her about the need to properly protect her purity. If she continued parading her nudity in the way she was currently doing, then she was likely going to be hurt again. I felt that was the right way of putting it if I wasn’t going to hurt her confidence as a young vibrant girl. However, while I had been thinking that she had learnt some things already from the way I had always reacted to seeing her in an indecent state, I was stunned again that morning when she quickly appeared from the hallway, several minutes after bathing. She was on a lace-trimmed panty, and across her breasts was a bra which was only held up with the hand she placed over it! I had barely figured out what was going on when she began speaking after putting up a disarming smile!
“Please Father…”, she was approaching the dining table on which I was having breakfast. “Help me hook-up my bra. My hand can’t get to it.”
I went dumb! Did she just know what she just said?! A most holy Reverend Father? Touch a woman’s brassiere?! That was double sacrilege!
“The second hook sir. The first is usually too tight on my breasts and the last too loose…” she wasn’t even aware of the awkwardness of the moment.
It even became more awkward when my hands freely rose and began attempting hooking up her bra! Of course, my eyes had to be inevitably drawn to her panty-covered butt and I unmistakably caught the slightest glance of the start of the crack of her buttocks! The way the panty wrapped her bum was equally inciting and the view from the top was just mouth-watering! It took quite the grace to do only what she asked for without straying! And even after she had said her thank you and began walking out of the dining with a visibly jiggling buttocks, I still couldn’t take my defeated eyes off her backside! Especially, not when my Joystick had already led the way, once again!

To Be Continued…

Must Read: My Distraction (18+)… PART 17

I dried my hands immediately and followed her trail, still inhaling her perfume as I walked down the corridor.I guessed she was going back to her office and that was where I was headed too.On my way I met the wicked b?obicious nurse, Mercy who mumbled something which I believed was a greeting as I passed her (as if i cared about her greetings).I didn’t even answer since i had pressing issues to attend to at that moment.Her time would come later, definitely.

When I got to the matron’s office, I didn’t bother to knock before going in.And there I met her sitted crossed-legged on her desk, with a smile on her face.
“I knew you would come”, she said as I locked the door and stepped towards her.I noticed her skirt had slid upwards and a large portion of her smooth thighs were visible as she sat in her position.My rod erected instantly at the lovely sight and I swallowed hard.
“Just couldn’t resist the booty call”, I replied.And she reached for my tie, pulling me closer and grabbed my crotch, massaging tenderly.
“I haven’t had s*x in a while now”, she said, bitting her lower lip sexily and my d!ck throbbed.She responded by gripping it harder, as my right hand caressed her robust thighs.”You’re too hot for your age”, I said in rasped breath and she replied”,I’m as young as ever”, she said fumbling with my zipper and succeeded in freeing my bazooka which sprang out and her mouth went agape.
“Wow! it’s so big”, she lamented with wide eyes, and I could see the hunger in those s*xy** eyes of hers.

Before I could say a word, the milf slid down (from the desk) and turned her backside to me, leaning on the desk.
“Take me from behind” she said impatiently.
That was enough to send my hormones misfiring, and I struggled with the zip to her skirt but her heavy backbump stretched her skirt so tight, almost snapping the zipper apart.There was no time.So I raised her skirt up and….Holy Moses!!…You needed to see these nyash in bare flesh.So massive and wicked.It was what I would call ‘ikebe super’.

While I marveled at her load, I was compelled to bend and kiss her Buttocks cheeks (because they deserved to be appreciated) and she pushed her booty backwards into my face and I knew what she wanted.So I pulled her thin panties down to her thighs and squatted before her butt, facing her pouted pusse.Her labials were dilated and swollen, and I gently inserted 2 fingers into her Kitty-cat feeling its slimy walls as her warmth enveloped my fingers.

I began to drill her cuñt by screwing and digging my fingers deeper, and she squirmed softly, just as I had expected, wetting my fingers with her juice.I continued the act for a while; and when I was sure she was wet enough, I pulled out my fingers and buried my face in her snatch as her Buttocks cheeks massaged my face.Her Kitty-cat tasted so good (like vanilla) and I ate her so well, tracing the tip of my tongue like the letter ‘O’ round her labials and licked her vulva teasingly, nibbling and sucking her big clit repeatedly.She became overwhelmed and meant to pull away from me and I held her back by the hips, and she closed her legs slightly, trying to control the havoc my tongue was wrecking on her.So I pulled away and stood erect, (tore out a CD and slid it over my shaft) and aimed at the entrance of her honeypot.Without forewarning, I plunged my piston into her rings and she threw her head backwards in a gasp, scratching the surface of her desk and moaned,”I’ve not had such a d!ck before”, she cried (How was that my business?). She wanted me to nyash her and there I was ready to given it to her.Instantly I began to hit her hard and she rotated her hips slowly, as her body welcomed the pleasure.

The woman was really s*x starved, as she writhed in pleasure, knocking away the effects on her desk while I f*cked her.Her pusse felt so tight and wet, so I rammed her up with increasing thrusts, causing the nurses’ cap on her head to fall off and she started to moan aloud,”ohh…bad boy, bad boy…f*ck me bad boy”, as I kept pumping that mature pusse.She never stopped wriggling like a worm, spinning and rocking her hips in ecstasy as she continued giving me her backside without reserve and suddenly began to cry out,”Nooo,yeesss…oooh, yeahh”, filling the office with the sweet sound of s*x.Then I slowed and pulled out of her V to catch my breath…spanking her booty twice before lodging in my shaft again and continued ramming her, as she pushed her Buttocks backwards receiving my pelvic assault.Today na today, I thought.

I watched her bakassi shake and tremor like jelly (Chai!!). It was such a wonderful sight which made me want more and more of Madam Grace’s big ikebe, while she kept urging me to bang her harder.And I did…pressing her hips lower and placing my right foot on the edge of her desk as I deepened my thrust, hitting her G-spøt directly over and over again.And she began to hum deeply like a vibrating phone as she hit her climax with a crying whimper (I wish you saw her face).And I kept spooning her till her legs wobbled and spread wider and my balls exploded like a canon, shooting jets of Pour into the rubber sheath.Then I withdrew to watch her juice drip down her smooth thighs.She stood up and turned back to stare at me, with a satisfied look on her face.

F*cking Madam Grace was the beginning of things to come as I went about my daily routine in the midst of those seductresses.What do you expect from a sharp shooter like me.Abi I go carry last? You sef check am naa.
To Be Continued….