DAR, 1982
“What’s wrong?” Christos said. He walked towards Nailah, brooding. Her body was trembling.
Latricia rushed and stopped Christos. “I think we are the ones who should leave.”
“She’s right. We can talk downstairs.” Saleem said.
Christos chuckled. “Rayhan, what do you think?”
“Be good to her, she’s rare.” Rayhan said.
Christos agreed and the four walked to the sitting room. In the sitting room, He sent his guards away.
“As I said, I have an urgent matter.” Christos said.
The place went silent. Christos dug into his briefcase.
Christos thumbed on the papers. “Do you know Isaac Rwehembu?”
“Dar-es-salaam regional commissioner..?” Latricia said.
Christos nodded, handing the papers to the three. “These are some of the evidence of his wrongdoings.”
The three passed across the papers.
“He’s becoming a burden to the country.” Christos said.
“He’s selling such important natural resources to the whites!” Saleem said, thumbing the papers.
“President Fabian warned him and I too warned him. He won’t listen.”
“What do you want us to do?” Latricia said.
“If your right eye causes you to sin, tear it out and throw it away. For it is better that you lose one of your members than that your whole body be thrown into hell.”
“That’ll be treacherous.” Rayhan said.
“He has a press conference tomorrow. Your job is to Make sure he doesn’t reach the conference hall. Make it look like an accident.”