TO KIDNAP A PRESIDENT - Part II
03:29 AM
Kalemba Wankhumbu was the one who was
orchestrating everything that was going on here. She was president of the
Redemption Confederate Party. Plans fail when too many people are involved, and
because of that only a team of a few people that she had personally handpicked
knew and was involved in her plans. She also did not want this to be known
about her because she did not want her name to haunt people who would hear
about her years later.
Wankhumbu’s belief that her country, Zambia, had
been left to the wrong leaders for far too long was what was driving her. The
current president, Muleya Kapambwe, refused to amend the constitution. She
believed it was because doing that would give the citizens the power to govern
themselves and decide what is best for them, in turn loosening his grip on the
reins of power. Under his rule, citizens rarely, if ever, used their democratic
rights and freedoms to secure policy changes or to ensure that the government
accounted to them. He had an insatiable appetite for money that led him to use
tax payer’s money for his personal gain. This showed that he had no interest in
the welfare of the country he governed and its development. The citizens had
lived in peace for far too long they had forgotten what it meant to stand up
for themselves and what was right. But she had not. She was not seeking
admiration but this is was what she would do for the country she loved.
“You guys took your precious time. Everything
okay?” Kalemba asked Jordan back at the warehouse.
“Oh, uh, yes boss. Everything went as planned.”
“Bonnie?” asked Kalemba, seeking clarity.
“Perfect boss, we’re all set for tomorrow,” she
responded.
“Sure thing. Now I want you two to speak to the
rest of the team and get the updates on the plans. Imasiku will be reminded of
what he has to do first thing in the morning. Bonnie, you’re still driving the
ambulance. Duke, you will be here the whole time watching things from the sky
using drones just in case anything goes south. But speak to the guys, they’ll let
you know what other changes we made to the plan while you were climbing fences.
Sleep early, nothing can go wrong. It’s about time change came.” Saying that,
Kalemba walked away.
1:45 PM
Jordan stepped out of his silver Subaru and placed
his feet on the paving stones. With a name tag dangling around his neck, today
he was a journalist with The Lusaka Tribune, a paper that did not even exist. He, along with a dozen other actual
journalists, was there for the presidential address on the ongoing accusations of his Human rights violations of his
political opponents and the press. He pulled out a pair of spectacles from the
pocket on his shirt and put them on. Then walking to the entrance of the State
House building, he pulled out his phone and wrote Imasiku and the rest of the
team a message. The texts that everyone on the team wrote reached everyone so
that everyone was kept abreast.
I’m
here now. Is everything set on your end? It read.
Imasiku responded within less than a minute. Vonse vili set kuno. Bene Bonnie bafika pa
filling station? (Everything here is set. Are bonnie and the others at the
filling station?)
Yes
she’s there, replied Jordan. He put his phone back
in his pocket and walked to the front door.
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