Ice From Iceland

Stella had the political map of the world pasted beside their giant bed in Aso Rock. One morning, each week, she would wake up, then turn to the world map, close her eyes and touch a country at random with her index finger.Shortly after this ritual, Uncle Sege, would bark orders at the pilots and engineers to get the presidential jet ready.Next day, the First Couple would be tourists in the selected country, searching for "investors".
One morning, the lot fell on Iceland:
Uncle Sege: Darling, what would we be going to Iceland for?
Stella: To call in investors, of course.
Uncle Sege: But Iceland is no economic paradise. Nigerians will not believe us.
Stella: Well then, tell them Abuja is too hot. We'll get ice imported from Iceland!

ice indeed.