BAGAMOYO, 2020
Christos was in his house when he saw the news. He kicked the glass table in front of him. He breathed like mad as he watched the table scattering on the marbled floor. Fabian exposed his every action. He exposed the files he signed with Latricia, Saleem, and Rayhan. He exposed many other treaties Christos signed with the whites. Did Fabian die or went deep undercover? The question circulated in his mind. Christos knew, with all the evidence now available, with his seal everywhere in the files, he knew it wouldn’t take long before his arrest warrant was issued. He knew even the president in power wouldn’t be able to protect him unless he was above the law, which he wasn’t. As Buddha said, No one saves us but ourselves. No one can and no one may. We ourselves must walk the path. Christos knew he was all on his own.
He felt his whole body aching. His head was aching, the muscles were aching, his stomach was growling and his lips were trembling. When we have lost everything, including hope, life becomes a disgrace, and death a duty. He didn’t expect this to happen in his life but it was happening. Witnessing himself losing everything he struggled to build.
“What should we do?” Zander said.
“How comes Fabian is alive?” Christos said.
“I wonder how many things we don’t know.”
Christos changed the TV station. In every station, the news was the same. The thought assassinated President Fabian returns with solid evidence to expose the corrupt acts of retired president, Christos, and his government.
Christos switched off the TV. “Zander, get the money and passports. I think it’s time to disappear.”