The Downfall City
Mwangi’s nose smelt poor and suffering! It was no longer a secret that they had unwillingly taken a route to hell, to sell their descent city and its properties to an infamy!
Mwangi was a middle aged man whose eyes, eyed to see beyond the seas. He lived at the centre of the small city popularly known as Paradise City in a small country of Africa. Paradise city was led by Mayor Mwendi, who was Mwangi’s major friend. Whenever they met, they ate scorched meat and shared anything with each other.
“When I die, you remind my people to bury me under berry tree at my home compound,” Mwangi remembered some words of Mayor Mwendi.
Mwangi could not believe that Mayor Mwendi was no more! He had been assigned a duty to hire the hearse. Mayor Mwendi was brave but his grave had already been dug and huge crowd all ready, waited to witness his burial.
Mwangi was oppressed. He reminisced how the leadership of Mayor Mwendi was pleasing. It’s not a reel dance, he was a real leader. Everybody’s sight, confirmed the city as a developed site. During his reign, even coward never cowered in fear of walking around the city at night. Security was excellent, all roads and pavements well maintained, all street lights working and litter bins had been stationed almost everywhere to maintain cleanliness.
Food and clean water was amply provisioned. Starvation was an history of past. Evergreen trees planted along the roads, provided a cool wind and excellent fresh air. Flowers of every kind were everywhere. They always emitted a fragrance smell as one moved around. It was indeed a paradise!
Mayor Mwendi made few rude city boys, to rue for all crimes they committed. Through his organized ruling team, he coup to arrest and coop criminals to free the city from robbery. Mwangi remembered his intact friendship with Mayor Mwendi. Sometimes when climate was fair, they paid fare to airport, for a flight to furthest of their interest. All those, were Mwangi’s remembrances.
Mwangi wondered why few haggard men whose business was to dye, were hired to make his best friend die. They were enemies of development, who regarded violence as their emblem!
His death was painful. Mwenda remembered the scene where Mayor Mwendi was killed. It had happened previously four days ago. Troops of people from different troupes assembled at the scene in the morn, to mourn his death. His body was on a pool of blood, wounded everywhere.
Hopeless cries filled the city. People’s hearts were hurted leaving them despaired but little did they know that somebody had bad intentions, for anybody who tried to uplift the living standards of poor blacks.
Startling facts remained that Mayor’s previous competitor – who forced to be made second in command of the city after defeat, was behind his death! Only for power and material gains. Mwangi could not believe that his friend had acquired a new tittle – from an hero, to zero.
The great city was acquired from somebody by nobody – a devastator, corrupter, looter and serial killer!
Mwangi’s mind sensed danger and inevitable fall ahead. It was a beginning of downfall. A downfall of Paradise city!
His eyes saw an approaching conflagration!
