PEACE AND LOVE DOESN’T LAST LONG | Ezekiel Millinga Rachel smiled. He stood, kissed her forehead, and walked towards the toilets.
The VIP toilets were inside the hall, behind the stage, closer to the changing rooms. He didn't want to go there, he wanted some fresh air, so, he walked out through the left hall's main door. On that side of the hall, there was no parking lot, only the end of the fence, so he hoped there weren't many people on that side. He was right, there were only a few graduates, probably talking with their relatives. He headed to the public toilets down the pavements. He looked at the sky, the clouds dominated it like it was 7 AM but his watch said otherwise, it was 11 AM.
He gasped, wondering what had happened to him for the past five years. Where was the strong, gutsy man he used to be? How did he end up being a coward? He reached the toilets. Though it was public, it was of high quality. A flapperless toilet tank and 9
PEACE AND LOVE DOESN’T LAST LONG | Ezekiel Millinga touchless Flushing would make you forget that you are still in Tanzania. He had no interest in using the toilets, he only washed his face, tied his tie well on his black double-breasted suit, and left the restroom.
Staying too long would worry Rachel.
On his way back to the hall, he heard noises. He stopped. The noises were coming from the hall. It was neither applause nor an ordinary cheering. It was more like moaning. His nose wrinkled upward.
He
smelled
something,
unpleasant. Unexpectedly, he saw a gush of smoke coming from the doors and windows of the hall. The smoke was dense, similar to those you see in movies when the FBI attacks assassins with their masks on.
He wasn’t in a dream, was he? He thought, shaking his head. He clenched his fist. He closed his eyes, this can’t be real, this is a dream. Rachel? He opened his eyes abruptly. He started rushing towards the 10
PEACE AND LOVE DOESN’T LAST LONG | Ezekiel Millinga hall. As he started running, someone caught his left arm and swiftly pulled Leo towards himself. One of the person's hands grabbed Leo's neck making sure he couldn't run and the other hand covered Leo's mouth with a piece of cloth so tight that Leo couldn't turn his head to see the person. Leo tried screaming but couldn't produce any sound. His vision grew poorer, and objects started appearing blurry. The voices from the hall started fading and then there was nothing.
Rachel… he muttered as he involuntarily closed his eyes.