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of the untimely demise of his finance minister. The Prime Minister was yet to, but the media was speculating that he was overwhelmed by the grief – the deceased was one of the premier’s own.
    Family, friends and relatives mourned with great sorrow the death of their beloved. It was said that the slain minister was a good husband; father, brother, and friend.
    The minister’s death sent shivers in the veins of many in the Parliament. Why were the members of Parliament dying suspiciously of late? That made it a total of five in a period of six months.
    Journalists with a mass of cameras and notebooks stomped up and down everywhere, asking their never ending questions to every big man and woman who came their way. They said he was a victim of robbery. There was no sign of break in. The slain minister had met his death just outside his gate. He was found slumped against the driver’s seat, crimson of blood splattered on the floor. No spent cartridges. Just his dead body with a single bullet hole in his forehead.
    The guards were already in police custody and assisting the police with investigations. The minister’s chauffeur said that he was at home when the incidence occurred – the minister had told him that he will drive himself home. The minister did that sometimes. The chauffeur’s alibi was checked and it held.
    The President declared a one-week mourning period with all flags flying half-mast. Plans for the obsequies were underway.
    It was the death of a hero, so they said.

CHAPTER 26
     
     
     
    The air was acrid at this part of Nairobi. Catherine, aka Kate, aka Cathy, could feel eyes on her. She always felt so. Catherine hated her butt being stared at.
    Catherine was not sure whether she was going to do what her legs were taking her to do. Morals dictated otherwise or so she knew. She even knew that she was committing a mortal sin, a premeditated and well-orchestrated crime. But what could she do? She could not stand to lose everything in life.
    The weather was relatively warm, that and her body made her feel as though she was going to explode. She knew that the consequences could be overwhelming, intense. She hated everything she had done. But she could not afford to be a mother at this time. Her parents would practically kill her. She had nowhere to run to. And marriage was out of question…
    What the hell was I thinking?
    Catherine touched her gradually growing tummy. She pitied the child she was carrying, but there was no other way out.
    Something inside Kate told her that something might go wrong. But… it was a risk worth taking instead of having a brat she never wanted squirming at her now and then, howling at the slightest scratch and screaming at her whenever it was dissatisfied with anything. Furthermore, teen hominess is not a crime, God can forgive that.
    Her boyfriend knew nothing of it. It was better that way. Some secrets are better taken to grave if need be. She was sure he will fight her if he knew. But it was her life. Her had nothing to do with her personal life. It had to remain secret forever.
    The nondescript building had nothing to mark it for what it was. The entrance was at the back. No one even knew it existed apart from the slum dwellers, prostitutes and the ‘patients’ who went there and the quacks who treated them.
    The nurse who welcomed Catherine was probably in her late teens or early twenties. She was garbed in a fade blue dress and a cap on her plaited head.
    “Welcome, so you’ve finally decided to come?” she said in Sheng.
    Catherine did not say anything. She just followed the nurse down a raw-cement encrusted and potholed corridor.
    “The doctor will see you soon. The queue isn’t that long.” The nurse showed Kate where to sit as she waited. “I am going to get you a card,” she told Catherine in Swahili and shimmered away.
    God, I don’t know why I am here.  
    Five minutes later the nurse returned with a yellowish card and gave it to Catherine to