WHEN DUTY CALLS
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
We all have the duty to do good.Pope Francis
Burna Boy’s ‘Last Last’ blasted through the car as the Captain drove her black Jeep towards Club Mercury in Salama Park where she worked as the Club Manager. At 7 pm, the traffic leading to the club had already intensified. The Captain abandoned her lane and got onto the right one intended for cars heading in the opposite direction. She powered through the lane before oncoming vehicles came into sight and managed to make it to the gate reserved for staff without incident.
She turned down the volume on the radio and rolled down the window to speak to the uniformed armed guard who approached the car.
“Good evening madam,” the guard happily greeted her in a heavy Tonga accent.
“Good evening Mr Wilson,” she returned.
The guard handed her a gadget that looked like a digital signing pad and wished her luck as she waited for the automated gate to fully open.
“Have a good night Mr Wilson!” She waved at the man through the window as she drove off, the gate instantly closing behind her.Continue reading