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There was no doubt about it. James Riyyak was mad.
This had been the deadly Ebola’s impression of him from the very first moment it hovered in his vicinity, and yet the virus had still been unable to strike him down.
In fact the whole town had held this same impression of Riyyak, ever since the days of the rebellion, including his wife before she left him for a Kenyan lorry driver. And now Lewis Nawa thought the same as he stood face to face with Riyyak, who had barged into his house, driving every other thought from his mind.
Rather surprisingly, however, Riyyak seemed neither malicious nor aggressive. On the contrary, he was rather pleasant and completely calm, with a jovial expression on his face that Lewis had never seen him show before.
As Ebola continued to kill and wreak
