BAMAKO by Aribert Raphael (smart books to read txt) đ
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Since he had found Talya comfortably ensconced at the Meridien, Sir Gillian decided to call James again.
âHello?â
âIs that James Flaubertâs residence?â
âNo. I am Louis Daniel. Who am I speaking to?â
âOh, I was looking for Mr. Flaubert. I am Sir Gillian Faulkner.â
âSir Gillian. I am Jamesâs partner. I am sorry, but Jamesâs business lines have been forwarded to my home.â
âI see. In that case could you tell me when he will be available?â
âI am afraid not. He has left a couple of hours ago. He is heading your way, I believe.â
âYou mean he is coming down to Dakar?â
âYes. He caught a flight to Seattle and should be arriving in Dakar tomorrow night your time, I suspect. Do you have any news?â
âAs a matter of fact, I do. We found Ms Kartzâshe is safe.â
âThatâs very good news. I am very pleased to hear it. But, tell me, what happened?â
âOh, thatâs a long story, and I wonât bore you with the details. Letâs just say that she accepted an invitation from Mr. Hjamal, and made her way to Dakar on Saturday, aboard his personal aircraft.â
âI see.â Louis didnât want to make any comments. Once again, Talya had taken the reins of the situation, and put herself in danger. She is incorrigible.
âI suppose James is going to contact me as soon as he arrives. Or do you know his arrival time?â
âYes, heâs bound to contact you upon landing. I think he said he would take an Air Afrique flight from New York.â
âOh thatâs goodâthereâs only one flight out of New York on Mondays. Iâll be at the airport.â
âThank you, Sir ... for everything.â
âNot at all, Mr. Daniel, not at all.â
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Johan, who had attracted much attention with his drunken behaviour, ran along the hillside until he and his two followers were far enough from the container. He then came to an abrupt halt, turned and pointed the gun in the direction of his pursuers. They stopped dead in their tracks when they saw the gun barrel.
âHa-ha, Iâve got you, havenât I?âyou miserable sons of a bitch. Let me see nowâMalick and Saliou isnât it?â
The two big men were stunned and stood frozen on the spot. There wasnât much light for Johan to see their faces clearly but he noticed immediately that Saliou carried some sort of baton, or heavy stick in one hand, and Malick had a machete in his. Johan knew he had to be extremely careful. Malick looked like he was ready for action. That machete could be swung at Johanâs head before he had time to pull the trigger.
Malick said, âMonsieur Johan, what youâre doing? We thought youâre drunk and we came to get you back to camp.â Saliou nodded.
âWell, gentlemen, as you can see, Iâm not drunkâŠ,â he guffawed. âFar from it in fact. Mind you Iâd much prefer to be drunk right now.â
âBut weâre on our rounds, we did nothing wrongâŠ,â Saliou began.
âSince when are you people going âon roundsâ?â Johan snapped. âDonât start with me and your stories ⊠Iâve heard enoughâŠâ
âBut, Monsieur Johan, weâre only workers ⊠you donât have to point a gunâŠâ
âIf you think Iâm in a mood to listen to you bastards, youâve got another thing coming,â Johan said, all the while still pointing the gun from one to the other.
âWe go back to campââ Malick took a step back. Johan advanced a step.
âOh no you donâtâneither of you. Youâre going with me to the nitro-cacheââ
âNo, Monsieur Johan, we donât want to go there,â Saliou pleaded.
âOh yes you are, and Malick, just throw the machete away ... now!â Johan ordered. Malick hesitated. Johan came closer and repeated, âThrow the machete away, Malick, or Iâll fire.â
Saliou shook his head but threw his stick in the nearby bush. Malick still didnât move. Johan came even closer. He could see the manâs eyes now. âMalick, donât make me pull the trigger and bring shame to your family.â He waited.
Slowly, Malick hung his head and let the machete fall to the ground.
Johan shoved it in the underbrush, still keeping his gun at the menâs heads. âOkay now that weâve got that out of the way, letâs go up to the container and see what weâre going to find thereâŠ.â
âBut, why canât we go back to camp?â Saliou insisted.
âJust because your jobâs not done for the night, boys. Letâs go.â
The two captives turned and started walking toward the lane-way. Johan knew if either or both of them would get the idea to start running, he wouldnât be able to catch either, or fire his gun without alerting the campâor worse blow the whole darn mine site to the moon. Nonetheless, he kept an eye on their feetâthatâs where he would shoot first if he saw their steps change pace. The three men marched in silence toward the container.
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The noises from below grew nearer. Johanâs voice was no longer the one of a drunkard but one of a âmasterâ. He was ordering the two captives up the hill, gun in hand aimed at their backs. Soon they came into view.
âYo-ho, Samir, look who I found chasing me?â Johan called out as he approached Samirâs location. âMalick and Saliou. Oh yes, my friend, the very same two guards who were supposed to watch over Monsieur Rasheed. What dâyou think of that, eh?â
âI see,â Samir said simply. âThe only thing they deserve is the same treatment as what they inflicted on our friends here,â pointing to Savoi and Rheza lying on the ground beside the open container.
Johan looked down at them, still keeping an eye on his prisoners, and groaned. He was angry. âWeâve got to get this two to the camp as soon as possible. They need care.â
âBut how do you propose to do that?â
âSimple, my friend, watchâŠâ
Samir watched.
With much arms waving and gesticulating but very few words, The Dutchman directed Malick and Saliou to take Savoi and Rheza and carefully carry them down the lane-way and up to the camp.
Samir followed them, lost in thought.
How was this going to end? He thought of Talya. Silently tears rolled down his cheeks, he was overwhelmed with emotions. Quickly he wiped his face with his shirtsleeve. He wanted no one to notice his private turmoil.
Back in their hut, Samir washed the dirt and dried blood from Rhezaâs face. He was appalled by the wounds inflicted onto this woman. The outrage he felt was very real. He wanted to go and kill the two men who had maltreated her.
Johan, for his part, was attending to Savoi. The latter was in a sad shape. Johan felt resentment and rage toward many people, but none so bitter than what he felt toward the man lying on the floor beside his bed now. If it hadnât been for this idiot, none of this wouldâve happened. He turned to Samir. âWeâve got two prisoners tied up outsideââhis voice was breaking upâ âtwo very sick people to care for and a village full of people we can no longer trust. What do you suggest we do now?â
âWe go and see the Elder in the morning and tell him whatâs happened. I still believe he doesnât know the extent of the treachery that occurred in his village. I want to believe that heâll help us.â Samir tried to sound as re-assuring as he could.
âThatâs just it. You want to believe. But how can we trust him? Tell me that? If this situation threatens his well being or his honour (and Iâd say that it does) we could be joining those twoââJohan pointed to Savoi and Rheza lying on the floorââand be blown up by morning.â He was getting edgier by the minute.
âDonât underestimate the old manâs faith in Allah, Johan. He couldnât live safely and remain Chief of this village if he committed murder. If Iâm right, and Ashan is the faithful one and a disciple of Allahâs law, weâve got nothing to fear from him. On the contrary, weâre safer in his trust than alone and against him.â
Johan relented. âOkay then. Iâm willing to try; Iâll try anything at this point.â
âInshallah. I know Allah is with us, Johan, and heâll watch over us. Youâll see.â Samir breathed a sigh of relief. âWe should sleep for a couple of hours then at sunrise, we go directly to the old man. When we tell him weâve discovered two of his men with intent of murder in their hearts, Iâm sure heâll react appropriately.â
âAppropriately! Samir, I donât know why you havenât entered the political life yet. Youâve got a knack for saying everything and nothing with one single word: âappropriatelyââfor whom?â
âThere you go again. Iâm not happy with your flippancy.â
âHold on a minute, Iâm not sure you understand me. Iâm very serious, and I value your commentsâIâm not sneering. If I offended you, Iâm sorry.â
âI guess this nightâs been too long for us and weâre very edgy. We should sleep.â
Without another word, Samir went to wash his face, knelt on his mat and prayed. Johan watched him and lay on his bed only to fall immediately asleep.
At sunrise, Samir was standing beside Johanâs bed, staring down at this friend. Strange circumstances had made the friendship happen. Samir knew that from now on the two of them would be âbrothersââhe would hope anyway. He had washed when everyone was still asleep and put on his uniform once again.
As if Samir had willed him to wake, Johan opened his eyes and looked at the man standing over him. He didnât readily recall where he was or what day it was. He got up with a jolt, shoved Samir aside, and muttering some unintelligible greeting went to the bathroom corner to freshen up and change his clothes. Savoi and Rheza, who lay on mats in the middle of the room, had moved in the night, probably regaining consciousness slowly, they were asleep now. Samir, who had watched them for sometime, knew that they would wake soon.
Rheza stirred. She opened her
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