Although he had tried in vain to call Kigeugeu from Norway to book an appointment to see him, Kombo was certain that as soon as he showed up at minister Kigeugeu’s office, Kigeugeu would be wildly elated and drop everything else to host him.
As a protest against oppressive authorities and a champion of the oppressed majority rights, he courted his trademark of neatly dressed bushy gray beards and long backward‑combed dreadlocks. Exile had not changed him much except some grays around his temples. He had grown plumb and round‑faced. He wore bi‑focal spectacles to boost his weakening eyesight. He adored, worshipped and clang to his old socialist ideals and ideologies.
Once in Kigeugeu’s office, he introduced himself to the secretary who was frantically fumbling with the new technology of a
