MBEYA, 2020
Christos waited till night. He couldn’t dig out the grave in daylight. No one would. His watch read 0100hrs. Mbalizi was dreadfully silent. Most of the lights were off and people were doubtless in their beds. No one likes walking near cemeteries at nights unless they turn night into day. But in mbalizi cemeteries, deep in obscurity, there was Christos, Zander, and a bunch of ten young men. As the saying goes, all true stories begin and end in a cemetery. Christos was about to find Rayhan’s story.
He sat on the chair, seeping coffee. The weather was cool that he didn’t need a jacket. Rayhan’s grave wasn’t covered with cemented walls or tiles. Just a hill of soil. The cross was nearly collapsing. But as Steve Jobs said, being the richest man in the cemetery doesn't matter... Go
