Wahid and Aldhur arrived in Gitithia under the veil of desperation and chaos. Fleeing a civil war that had ravaged their Cumari homeland, they crossed borders with thousands of other Cumari’s seeking asylum. Amid the desperation and hope for safety, the two young men harboured a different mission, one that set them apart from the rest.
The journey to Gitithia was arduous. Packed into overcrowded trucks and buses, they moved through dusty desert roads and desolate landscapes. The memory of home, once vibrant and full of life, was now a haunting shadow, replaced by the uncertainty of the refugee camps. The air was thick with the scent of unwashed bodies and the muted cries of the lost and the grieving.
Arriving in Gitithia, they were processed, fingerprinted, and given temporary refuge. Their new life began as shamba boys. But their employer, Wakiratu took them as his children and enrolled them in a local school where his children schooled.
At Faraja Academy, a prestigious school that had opened its doors to a few refugee students, Wahid and Aldhur quickly distinguished themselves. Their sharp intellect and diligent work ethic earned them the admiration of their teachers and the respect of their peers. They formed a close bond, a brotherhood strengthened by their shared history and purpose.
For four years, they immersed themselves in their studies, focusing on subjects that would pave their way into the nation's institutions. Mathematics, sciences, history and government studies—they absorbed knowledge like sponges, knowing that every piece of information was a step closer to their ultimate goal.
After high school graduation, they both secured places at the University of Nairobi. Their academic excellence continued to shine, and they chose fields that would position them strategically: Wahid in political science, and Aldhur in economics. They networked tirelessly, building connections with influential professors and peers, always with an eye on their endgame.
Their entry into government institutions was seamless. Wahid joined the Ministry of Interior, and Aldhur secured a position at the Treasury. They were dedicated, efficient, and their rise through the ranks was swift. Our country, still healing from its own economic stagnation past, welcomed these bright, driven individuals who seemed to embody the spirit of resilience and progress.
Years passed, and their influence grew. Wahid became a key advisor in matters of national security, while Aldhur handled critical economic policies. They were seen as pillars of stability and progress. However, beneath this facade, their allegiance lay elsewhere.
They had been planted with a purpose: to gather intelligence, to infiltrate the highest echelons of government, and to prepare the way for their true masters. Their loyalty was not to our nation but to the shadowy figures who had orchestrated their journey from the very beginning.
The moment came when they held the reins of power. Wahid had become the head of national security, and Aldhur was now the Minister of Finance. They had access to sensitive information and the ability to influence key decisions. It was time to execute their mission.
Subtly at first, they began to manipulate policies. Economic decisions that seemed beneficial on the surface had long-term repercussions that would destabilize the economy. Security measures were subtly altered to create vulnerabilities that could be exploited.
Their actions were meticulous and carefully hidden under layers of bureaucracy and plausible deniability. Our nation, unaware of the betrayal brewing at its core, continued to place its trust in them. They attended international conferences, received accolades, and their faces became synonymous with our country success story.
Then, the hammer fell. With precision, the final phase of their mission was executed. Key infrastructure projects were sabotaged, critical data leaked, and the economy plunged into a crisis. Panic spread through the government as they struggled to understand the sudden and catastrophic failures. Wahid and Aldhur watched with detached calm as the nation they had sworn to protect crumbled. The enemies they had served for so long moved in, exploiting the chaos. Our nation, once a beacon of hope and progress, was brought to its knees. To its knees by strangers who passed through our village unsuspected.
The journey to Gitithia was arduous. Packed into overcrowded trucks and buses, they moved through dusty desert roads and desolate landscapes. The memory of home, once vibrant and full of life, was now a haunting shadow, replaced by the uncertainty of the refugee camps. The air was thick with the scent of unwashed bodies and the muted cries of the lost and the grieving.
Arriving in Gitithia, they were processed, fingerprinted, and given temporary refuge. Their new life began as shamba boys. But their employer, Wakiratu took them as his children and enrolled them in a local school where his children schooled.
At Faraja Academy, a prestigious school that had opened its doors to a few refugee students, Wahid and Aldhur quickly distinguished themselves. Their sharp intellect and diligent work ethic earned them the admiration of their teachers and the respect of their peers. They formed a close bond, a brotherhood strengthened by their shared history and purpose.
For four years, they immersed themselves in their studies, focusing on subjects that would pave their way into the nation's institutions. Mathematics, sciences, history and government studies—they absorbed knowledge like sponges, knowing that every piece of information was a step closer to their ultimate goal.
After high school graduation, they both secured places at the University of Nairobi. Their academic excellence continued to shine, and they chose fields that would position them strategically: Wahid in political science, and Aldhur in economics. They networked tirelessly, building connections with influential professors and peers, always with an eye on their endgame.
Their entry into government institutions was seamless. Wahid joined the Ministry of Interior, and Aldhur secured a position at the Treasury. They were dedicated, efficient, and their rise through the ranks was swift. Our country, still healing from its own economic stagnation past, welcomed these bright, driven individuals who seemed to embody the spirit of resilience and progress.
Years passed, and their influence grew. Wahid became a key advisor in matters of national security, while Aldhur handled critical economic policies. They were seen as pillars of stability and progress. However, beneath this facade, their allegiance lay elsewhere.
They had been planted with a purpose: to gather intelligence, to infiltrate the highest echelons of government, and to prepare the way for their true masters. Their loyalty was not to our nation but to the shadowy figures who had orchestrated their journey from the very beginning.
The moment came when they held the reins of power. Wahid had become the head of national security, and Aldhur was now the Minister of Finance. They had access to sensitive information and the ability to influence key decisions. It was time to execute their mission.
Subtly at first, they began to manipulate policies. Economic decisions that seemed beneficial on the surface had long-term repercussions that would destabilize the economy. Security measures were subtly altered to create vulnerabilities that could be exploited.
Their actions were meticulous and carefully hidden under layers of bureaucracy and plausible deniability. Our nation, unaware of the betrayal brewing at its core, continued to place its trust in them. They attended international conferences, received accolades, and their faces became synonymous with our country success story.
Then, the hammer fell. With precision, the final phase of their mission was executed. Key infrastructure projects were sabotaged, critical data leaked, and the economy plunged into a crisis. Panic spread through the government as they struggled to understand the sudden and catastrophic failures. Wahid and Aldhur watched with detached calm as the nation they had sworn to protect crumbled. The enemies they had served for so long moved in, exploiting the chaos. Our nation, once a beacon of hope and progress, was brought to its knees. To its knees by strangers who passed through our village unsuspected.
