BAGAMOYO, PWANI.
2020
The breeze of a cool wind from the Indian Ocean pierced into the window and swayed the man’s grey hair. The man sat, his hands flattened on the chair. He gazed over the boats and yachts arriving at the dock. Men and women unloaded fishes from the boats and yachts.
The door opened and a man of about 70 years old entered. His powerfully built body opposed his age.
The man on the chair sighed. “What’s up?”
“Everything is okay. It’s time to proceed.” The man standing said.
“Do we have satisfactory information?”
“Yes.”
The man on the chair held his cane stick. “It’s time to visit our old friend’s son.”
“Will you kill him?”
“Why am I struggling in my old age?”
The man standing sighed.
“I left a lot of traces behind. That’s why this old man is struggling hard now to clean the messes.”
“He wasn’t part of this.”
“I made that mistake once. This time, I won’t leave any traces behind.” The man humped over his cane, each step shaking and carefully taken as he left the room.