The Imperial Family – Chapter Four

WHEN DUTY CALLS

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We all have the duty to do good.

Pope Francis

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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. 

The Imperial Family – Chapter Three

THE SECRET CODE

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“Lost causes are the only ones worth fighting for,” –

Clarence Darrow

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Buying the silence of a man who is better known for his silence will not cost one a dime. His value lies not in the words he keeps to himself, but in the ones he chooses to share – for when he opens his mouth, many are keen to lend him a listening ear. What secrets is he about to reveal? They’ll wonder.

Buying the silence of a man better known for his voice will cost one a dime and a half. His value lies not in the words he speaks, but in the ones he chooses to keep to himself – for when he keeps mum about a thing, the world hungers for it even more. What will it take to buy his silence, and what will it take to buy his voice? A dime and a half.

Infiltrating the notorious Imperial Club would require The Sanctuary Team to wrestle both types of men. It was a battle they had been preparing for years.

The Imperial Family – Chapter Two

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“Innocence once lost cannot be regained. Darkness, once gazed upon, can never be lost.” –

John Milton.

Lusaka, Zambia; 2004 

Trinah was thirteen years old when she moved to Lusaka. In more ways than one, she was like cinderella, but without the horse and the prince. Just like Bina Mwanza had said, the new family welcomed her with open arms and treated her like she was one of their own. Her new guardians instructed her to address them as Uncle Venon and Aunt Cathy. Their children, eighteen-year-old Mark, fifteen-year-old Chiza, and three-month-old Isaiah became her cousins. 

On the first Sunday since her arrival, Trinah was paraded in front of a fully-packed United in Christ Assemblies Church to give testimony about how blessed she was to have been adopted by the pastor’s family. The reverence bestowed on the Chaile family could only rival that reserved for the gods. 

Perhaps they were indeed gods after all. 

The Imperial Family – Chapter One

THE DIE IS CAST

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“Sometimes we are tested. Not to show our weaknesses, but to discover our strengths.”

Unknown

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Kaleya, Mazabuka, Zambia; 2001 – 2004

Ten-year-old Trinah bolted up, awakened by the thunderous sound of the pouring rain that had, as usual, easily found its way through the unsuccessfully multi-surgically-enhanced roof of their one-room cottage. Sleeping next to her on the mat was her little brother, Enock. At five years old, the little monkey had somehow mastered the art of snoring like a drunken sailor. They say that if you live with pig’s vomit long enough, eventually, you stop smelling it. It was the case with little Enock’s snoring. Trinah was responsible for the boy’s nickname – ‘little monkey’ which she thought was quite fitting given his unusual obsession with bananas. 

          Lying on the other side of Enock was Petronella, their mother, her state of rest unwittingly bearing witness to the idiom about pig’s vomit. The peacefully sleeping woman looked nothing like a twenty-five old should. Trinah reached over to her and gently removed the silk headwrap that had moved halfway through her thinning pale hair. The years of toil she had experienced after becoming pregnant at the age of fifteen had surely taken their toll on her. It was a wonder how she was not the one prone to aggressive snoring. Perhaps she had transferred the stress onto her son during pregnancy when yet again, a man had disappointed her. 

Dear Brother….

Ağabey….

Do you remember that time…you know…when I begged Iryana to give me a chance even though I knew her heart was filled with another?

I begged her over and over again to use me to get over him and when she refused to let me, I loved her even more. I thought, she must care about me, right? Otherwise she would just use me. She was never the bad guy in my eyes. She will never be. I chose to love her heart back to health for four straight years and do you know what she did when she healed? You know the story to well ağabey [brother].

You laugh at me always but I’m not sorry. Iryana taught me how to love. When she was finally ready to accept someone else in her heart, she fell in-love with a complete stranger. Not me. She stayed with him for three months before Kiraz warmed his way back into her heart. He couldn’t stand that another man had replaced him in her heart. I was never his rival. He always knew it, that’s why he watched me for four years, probably laughing at me. Today Iryana came to me. She said she missed me. Masha’Allah! Do you know how much I yearned to hear those words from her ağabey?  Of course you know.

She said Kiraz doesn’t love her…at least not in the way I loved her. I was happy to know she’s finally realized what I always used to tell her. Kiraz doesn’t deserve her love. She said with her own lips! Can you believe it? I loved only her for seven years straight – before Kiraz and after Kiraz. Now she’s finally ready to accept me but ağabey…I feel a little sad. But don’t call me a fool just yet. It’s like… a bad ending to a movie I really like except…its actually not so sad.

I meant it when I said Iryana taught me how to love. It’s just that she did it the opposite way. By not loving me despite all my efforts, she taught me I deserved better. She did to me exactly what Kiraz did to her. I didn’t know it back then until today when she finally told me she loves me. I guess I needed to hear those words to finally wake up, huh? Your baby brother has finally grown, huh, ağabey. Seven years. Can you believe it?

I must to go now. I can hear your sister in-law outside. Allah-Allah! I must rush before she parks my car into the wall again. I’m going to love this silly woman until she calls me a mad man tonight. I am a very happy man tonight ağabey. Wait, I’ll make you an uncle real soon!

Allah’a ısmarladık!