The Burning land by Peter E. Njoroge

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In another part of the capital another group is meeting under the cover of darkness. A clandestine rendezvous the kind that only Ludlum could weave and only master plotters could emulate. Big cars swiftly entering the open gate, left open today to facilitate the quick entrance into the vast leafy compound. Residents of this country have been known to get curious at the sight of big cars and a congestion of such cars at the gate would have attracted unwanted curiosity. These people had a lot to loose and hence they anonymity in these meetings was not only vital but compulsory.

Another peculiar thing with this nightly visitors today was the fact that their vehicles had only a single occupant and their drivers were not allowed to accompany them tonight. The driven today had turned chauffeur a testament perhaps of the solemn mission that they meet to plot. What necessitated such drastic action was the fact that all their drivers are security men issued by them by the government they serve and hence they could not trust them with such an important secret. They are all men a fact that they seem to hold as a sign of the general weakness on the part of their female counterparts.

They know they are real men whose authority can only be questioned at the demise of such minor mortals with such audacities. They are eight of them and only one of them is not a politician. Yet at his presence they shrink as if their authority paling in his commanding presence. He towers over them as he welcomes them into his home, a prince of both light and darkness. They fear him these mighty men, terrified in his aura of power. But they had to come all of them for a time nears when doing nothing might mean certain doom and its only a primal terror at what lies ahead that prevents them from turning back and fleeing back to their waiting vehicles.

They all know each other and hence introductions are never necessary, comrades in a fight against a common enemy. Some of them are here not by choice but to further the agenda of their host, knowing fully well that refusing to will be met with swift and brutal retribution. They are mere pawns in a larger a game, one I’m not sure they fully understand. but as scared as they are of the possible repercussions of their involvement in this plot, the alternative is more bleak and terrifying and hence they obey their master.

In an effort to make them relax a bit, their host pours them each a strong drink of whiskey. They’ll need it, this guardians of society; keepers of the opportunities this country has for its people. But even such a simple act is full of disdain for while attempting to show them humanity, he does not consult them of what they wish to take. And its not that he is lacking in other brands for his cellar is full of all forms of soft and strong drinks. No, it is just a subtle reminder that they must cooperate: willingly or otherwise.

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  2. In another part of the capital another group is meeting under the cover of darkness. A clandestine rendezvous the kind that only Ludlum could weave and only master plotters could emulate. Big cars swiftly entering the open gate, left open today to facilitate the quick entrance into the vast leafy compound. Residents of this country have been known to get curious at the sight of big cars, and a congestion of such cars at the gate would have attracted unwanted curiosity. These people had a lot to loose and hence their anonymity in these meetings was not only vital but compulsory.

    Another peculiar thing with this nightly visitors today was the fact that their vehicles had only a single occupant and their drivers were not allowed to accompany them tonight. The driven today had turned chauffeur, a testament perhaps of the solemn mission that they meet to plot. What necessitated such drastic action was the fact that all their drivers are security men issued to them by the government they serve, and hence they could not trust them with such an important secret. They are all men a fact that they seem to hold as a sign of the general weakness on the part of their female counterparts.

    They know they are real men whose authority can only be questioned at the demise of such minor mortals with such audacities. They are eight of them and only one of them is not a politician. Yet at his presence they shrink as if their authority paling in his commanding presence. He towers over them as he welcomes them into his home, a prince of both light and darkness. They fear him these mighty men, terrified in his aura of power. But they had to come all of them for a time nears when doing nothing might mean certain doom, and its only a primal terror at what lies ahead that prevents them from turning back and fleeing back to their waiting vehicles.

    They all know each other and hence introductions are never necessary, comrades in a fight against a common enemy. Some of them are here not by choice but to further the agenda of their host, knowing fully well that refusing to will be met with swift and brutal retribution. They are mere pawns in a larger a game, one I’m not sure they fully understand. But as scared as they are of the possible repercussions of their involvement in this plot, the alternative is more bleak and terrifying and hence they obey their master.

    In an effort to make them relax a bit, their host pours them each a strong drink of whiskey. They’ll need it, this guardians of society; keepers of the opportunities this country has for its people. But even such a simple act is full of disdain for while attempting to show them humanity, he does not consult them of what they wish to take. And its not that he is lacking in other brands for his cellar is full of all forms of soft and strong drinks. No, it is just a subtle reminder that they must cooperate: willingly or otherwise.

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