I watched her leave after telling me the things that she just did, I couldn’t bring myself to crying some more, my eyes were swollen from all the crying and I knew I had a task at hand meaning I had to stay as strong as I could.
I finished doing the dishes and prepared breakfast, afterwards I went back to the bedroom to take a bath. Justin was already done dressing up when I got there, he was in a navy blue slim fit suit and a plum long sleeved shirt. He looked good and anyone who looked at us saw nothing but perfection when in fact we were struggling with our own demons.
‘Your breakfast is ready.’ I told him without even looking at his face
‘Thank you.’ He responded before clearing his throat
‘Since we are on this mission together, are we using the same car or you would rather use your own?’ he asked me before I stepped into the bathroom.
‘We were sent by different organizations. I do not see the reason why we have to be in the same vehicle.’ I told him still avoiding eye contact
‘I just thought that maybe because we are…’
‘I need to take a bath or I might run late.’ I cut him short before he could continue
‘Sure.’ He responded defeated
I closed my self in the bathroom and dropped the towel, allowing the water to fall freely on my skin. Drop by drop each one giving me memories of the good life I have had.
‘Where did I go wrong?’ I questioned as I scrubbed my back
I had it all easy and at times it all seemed too good to be true. After a session of asking myself questions without getting any answers I walked out. Justin was not in the room and I guessed he must have been in the dining room having his breakfast.
I quickly applied some lotion and settled for a baby pink dress with a burgundy thrower and a little too much make up just to hide the eye bugs. Hunger was the last thing on my mind so I just got my car keys and walked out, making sure to lock my bedroom door.
‘Aren’t you having your breakfast?’ Justin asked as I almost walked past him
‘I am not hungry.’ I responded getting hold of the door
‘Here, I knew you would say that.’ He said handing me a lunch box
‘Thank you.’ I responded trying to walk away before he pulled me by the waist
‘Justin I need to go.’ I told him
‘Felicia look at me.’ He commanded
I fixed my eyes on him slowly, almost getting lost in those hazel nut eyes.
He leaned in and kissed me.
‘Can I go now?’ I asked as I bit my lower lip pulling away from his grip
‘I love you Licia, this is just a phase that we will get through.’ He told me honestly
‘I will see you later Justin.’ I told him and banged the door behind me.
My schedule was to meet up with the MP because my source had told me that he was in Lusaka on a business summit and I made a mental note to attend it.
I drove to central police where I would pack my car knowing the gravity of what I was about to do, I hired a cab to drive me to stay easy and also told the driver to pick me up in thirty minutes; just enough time to do the mission at hand.
‘Good morning ma’am.’ The lady by the entrance of the hall greeted
‘Good morning.’ I responded
‘Can I know which Ministry or organization you are with?’ she asked
‘Oh sorry.’ I told her faking a smile before producing a fake ID.
It was in the nature of our job to have fake IDs, these also included numerous passports just in case we were sent on a mission outside the country.
I looked into my hand bag and got one for YWCA, the ID was fake but without much concentration one would think it was genuine.
‘Ms. Katongo?’ she asked
‘Yes, that is me.’ I responded
‘So how does it feel to work for a non-governmental organization?’ she asked
You see this Character of Ms. Katongo was a 27 year old single mother who worked for YWCA as a social worker, her boyfriend had been abusive and when she finally managed to get away from him; she was helped by the organization and that was how she decided to join them.
Aside from that, working for the office of the vice president, all your data was wiped from all the data systems and anyone who wanted to find out anything about you could not find it. The only thing they would find is the identity you would be using at that particular moment.
I watched as she entered my name in the computer and also asked for my thumb print.
‘Charity Katongo, 27 and social worker.’ She told me handing me a tablet so that I could sign
I entered my signature and she handed me an ID with the initials C. Katongo (Ms.)
I walked into the hall and spotted where the minister sat. He was the guest of honor so most of the attention was on him. I removed my tablet and waited for the office to send me my speech, everything had to look so real just to get this man’s attention.
The summit started with little talk from all the organizing members each of them making sure to recognize the presence of the Minister.
‘Ms Katongo may you please come forward for your presentation.’ I heard the voice in the speakers announce.
I had not gone through the speech that I was given but I had done this more than once so it didn’t seem like a problem. I walked to the stand with my files and tablet, my heels leaving an echo behind me, my perfume filling up the room.
‘Good morning, my name Is Charity Katongo representing YWCA. We as an organization have been helping out the vulnerable children and different women from all walks of life for a long time now and that will not change now. We have partnered with the government specifically the Ministry of Health so that we can work towards achieving our theme for this year which is; feed a child campaign. Our other partners are the world health organization, which we believe has already donated some money to the Zambian government for this project.’
I paused after saying that seeing how uneasy the Minister was now, I smiled a little and continued my speech.
‘It is therefore in our organization’s interest that we name Mr. Kalenga Mumba, Minister for Mafinga Constituency as our ambassador.’ I said looking directly into his eyes
Everyone stood up and clapped as I got off the stand and handed some papers to him so that he could sign. Without taking time he signed them with shaky hands.
‘Wane, you didn’t tell me that your girl is that good.’
‘What have I missed?’
‘Kalenga has just signed his resignation letter.’
‘No; but how?’
‘She went for the kill, she didn’t waste time.’
‘You mean the speech about him being ambassador was a trap?’
‘Not really, what he was just signing was him accepting that he misused government property and that he has resigned with immediate effect.’
‘We cannot afford to lose her Wane, I want her here.’
‘Felicia is mine, you have Justin.’
‘She has an attractive mind, the kind of brains we need to keep.’
‘Your excellency, do you still want her out?’
‘I am not sure Wane.’
‘We keep her but that means we take Justin out.’
‘He is good Wane.’
‘Let’s turn them against each other.’
‘Does he still believe that the vasectomy was done?’
‘Yes it is still eating him up.’
‘Increase the drug in his tea, we cannot ruin this now