Cote d'Ivoire: B+

A Story by Abishai100

A worldly eco-heist adventure of diamond-proportion marks this world-islands invention of uncertainty, romance, and bound thinking.

An eco-heist fiction set in Cote d'Ivoire.

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction offers no ties to the Ivory Coast capital-city of Abidjan or to any real-news story/event (e.g., blood-diamonds) and is therefore cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' translation).

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Mr. Amlan Satan made $15M on Wall-St. during the 2009 mini-crash and now wondered how to apply his newfound fortune for a special world-rhetoric examination for excellence and thought deeply now of some world eco-vigilantism 'deed' for capitalism-race theater and learned of a blood-diamond motion from conflict-zone smugglers-roadways stretching from Sierra Leone to Abidjan (Ivory Coast) and made a zap-line to buy shares of a confectionary-company after watching chocolate-candy ads on a hotel-lounge TV (wow).

READER: You're some kind of Robin Hood, eh?
MR. AMLAN SATAN: If I pull this off, it'll look like a consumerism insurance IQ!

READER: Maybe you read of someone interested and claim you're the actor.
MR. AMLAN SATAN: Hey, whoever achieves such eco-vigilantism is candy-man!

READER: Well, there's lots of risk now for world-diamonds underground, surely.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: That's why the storyboard's as valuable as the conversation!

READER: Selfie-like?

ASYA: You want me to open a new media-rich account on the deed-day?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: You're the daughter in-media of the bank-box investor, hon.

ASYA: I thought you came to the Ivory Coast to marry me.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: With you as my angel, it'll look like the insurance-act it is.

ASYA: So, we go to the bank-box and you use acid-guns to burn/swap.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: With eco-message glass-animal toys for street-gossip.

ASYA: Since I'm with you, it looks like company-insider eco-theater for insurance.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: See, you're as sharp as your diamond-daddy, Asya (ha).

ASYA: After it, we go to Brussels for this eatery-restaurant venture?

MR. AMLAN SATAN: With you as my eatery-manager lady-angel (promises).

ASYA: Selfie-like.

BANK MANAGER: It was Halloween, and he was masked as Michael Myers.

INTERVIEW: He had Miss Asya escort him to the vault where the diamonds were?

BANK MANAGER: Used his eco-theater prop water-gun filled with acid to burn.

INTERVIEW: Swapped the (rumored/insured) 'blood-diamonds' with glass-toys?

BANK MANAGER: Left insurance note, "Prepaid eco-insurance value for Miss Asya."

INTERVIEW: No one knows who he is?

BANK MANAGER: Maybe Asya's hubby-to-be; good Ivory Coast eco-gossip.

INTERVIEW: Asya's the birdie, then (wow).

BANK MANAGER: Facebook-like!

Mr. Amlan Satan procured $5M of blood-diamonds and made exchanges at an iconic Cote d'Ivoire gem-outfit (with Asya) and then flew to Brussels (Belgium) with her before Thanksgiving (wow). Asya wrote to her diamond-company owner/daddy, "Left for marriage, met a darling prince...shall send you post-ceremony diamond-purchase photos from Europe, father (for a time-capsule)."

ASYA'S FATHER: I want every gargoyle stationed to determine copycat-IQ.

CONSULTANT: We've consulted with the best of Abidjan police-force(s), sir!

ASYA'S FATHER: If Asya's darted with a prince of eco-insurance, it's my benefit.

CONSULTANT: There's plenty of Romanticism in the streets for your eco-ads.

ASYA'S FATHER: Asya's like me...she's clever and detail-calculator.

CONSULTANT: Good for Facebook and eco-gossip worry for these diamonds, sir.

ASYA'S FATHER: I honestly didn't know the origin of the gems (themselves).

CONSULTANT: Selfie-like (good).

Asya was the real subject of this eco-fable of bad proportions for social media and gossip (sure). She'd become Mr. Amlan Satan's African Rapunzel (for value!). Fortunately, she blitzed her Cote d'Ivoire girlfriends about the language-arts of mod eco-interest, swearing she'd found a destiny-line for modern consumerism lifestyle distance intelligence (for art!).

Asya and Amlan got married and had a darling-boy (Damian) for whom Amlan would recount his eco-vigilante 'faerie-tale' of heroics/infiltrations/insurance/marriage and procure a world-capitalism reflection/symbolism toy, an assembled roadways vehicle warrior-hero transforming robot who'd remind his new family of the shape/changes of fortune's cleats for leviathan/uncertainty (sure).