As soon as I entered the staff room, I was embraced by the sweetest touch. "Oh, JK!", cried Ta-hawa. She helped me walk to the sofa. The royal dignitaries and Lindiwe walked in, all selecting a comfortable place to sit. "Now that you are all seated", began Heru, the room was silent, in fact, even the external noise produced by man and nature was set on mute.
"The content concealed in this Maggilot gives me pause. Nevertheless, we have to see it through", he said eyeing everyone. "Your highness, if we usher the contents embedded in the Maggilot, we will aid the Bearers to usher their feat. If I am not mistaken, our mission has been to oppose anything that benefits them", I argued.
Heru Kwa Nzinga walked to the window on the right which gave a view to Jaan Smut drive. At such late hours, certain areas of Athlone, either had gangsters or PAGAD roaming the streets, to terrorize or protect. "They are going to select a demagogue clown to sit as the head of state. The Bearers are brilliant, yet arrogant, and thus makes them ignorant. What they believe is their advantage is an advantage for us as well. The clown will rise to the president-elect six years from now. That is enough time to form a coalition with the Russians, Chinese and Koreans.
The throne of the North ", he said.
David Kufu stood up and his pack followed, "we will aid to usher the plot", he assured. "Excellent. Do not be dismayed Juda Kufu. You shall be the one to assassinate him or not, that will be up to you. By then, your target will be dispensable", he paused, waiting for my adherence. I nodded in content. "Now pas to what brought us here", started David Kufu, he threw a metallic sphere to the floor. The sphere hovered before touching the surface and light emitted from the ball. The sphere projected a map of Cape Town in real-time.
Everything and everyone that moved in precise time and quality, one could zoom in and follow an old newspaper blown by the wind, it was perfect in detailed texture. "How is this possible!", I asked in amazement. "The sphere has a twin, a transmitter hovering two thousand kilometres above ground. The one you see imitating the map is the receptor", replied David Kufu.
"Now thanks to the World Cup event, circulating will be a problem. One, we have gentile security on their best watch. Two, the Munssu as usual, have infiltrated the South African defence force so you can expect them to be around", he said. "I do not see the big deal, why don't we fight through", said Makela. "Well, I would be more than satisfied to recall the severity of your recklessness in Paris. That was unethical", said Princess Ngoma, a member of David Kufu's pack and a monarchy of the Nzadi empire. Makela was about to say something in defence of our behaviour, however, I pulled her back. Honestly, our action was out of ethics.
"Stealth is an indispensable skill for Kinks and Apostles. Stealth is how we are going to operate", said the Warrior King. I managed my way forward to better observe the map. The technology was brilliant, a map of Cape Town in three-dimensional view in real-time, howbeit, we could only see everything the transmitter could see. "Your highness, this tech is absolutely brilliant, though the map is limited to everything above ground. Lindiwe stepped forward,
"are you?", "yes", I replied. "What are you going on about", exclaimed Makela.
"When we were kids, during a securities' strike. I and Jk were chased by some of the delinquents- ", "skip the whole childhood drama story and get to the point!", interrupted Ta-hawa. "Right! We fell into a hole though we kept running. Hours later we found a way up that led to the backyard of a house. We realized we were in Woodstock.", said Lindiwe. "Your point?", "Makela, the city of Cape Town sits above tunnels.
Most of the tunnels are directly connected to mansions and homesteads in Constantia. The tunnels lead to airports and harbours", I explained. It must have been some sort of getaway route for the English. Heru-Kwa-Nzinga began pacing back and forth. Everyone watched him silently, they all knew he was up to something, something no good to the adversary. It was my first time being amid Heru-Kwa-Nzinga and David Kufu, I had not known them personally. I knew a force such as theirs was eminent.
After an hour of thoroughly planning, we were ready to leave the staff room of Spes Bona FET. Not that we made a mess, nevertheless, I wondered if the teachers would have noticed something different. I observed General Nzinga, I realized why he is thus brilliant, he listened to the team he commanded. He took every opinion and perspective into consideration. Before that, he had a panoramic perspective, three dimensional. David Kufu, his nephew was none other than an apprentice and a successor to General Nzinga.
"Your Supreme Highness, I believe if we would split the team to achieve both feats simultaneously", suggested Princess Ngoma. "This is where Eisenhower and his coup are. That's where the detonator is", she indicated on for corner of the map. General Nzinga finally lifted his head to conclude. "Kaddafi, Juda Kufu, Makela, Lindiwe Gola and princess Ngoma will take the tunnels to Samora Machel", "your Supreme highness, these Apostles have a proclivity for making a mess", she scoffed.
"They fight in the open, in plain sight!", complained princess Ngoma. "I can demonstrate in plain sight of how I'll make a mess of you", retorted Makela. "Peace. The plan is simple. The Apostles will present Pandora's box to the Queen of Trade while Kaddafi will barter trade to obtain the location to the Wand of Galatea. We will impede the Supernova on Cape Town", General Nzinga summarized our tasks.
"I do not understand. Supernova?", I asked in bewilderment. The Supernova I knew was the explosion of a star. How were they to stop the explosion of such a magnitude from which the Earth gains her energy? "A Supernova is a nuclear bomb that contains thrice the amount of a single nuclear bomb but with a deadlier twist", This was Lindiwe's opportunity to join in. "The energy released by reactions within the atomic nuclei is so immense it will consume not only the entire country but, an additional six neighbouring countries", she added.
On cue, I and Ta-hawa looked at each other and then at General Nzinga. Bewildered at what we just heard. "Who? Why? How come we only know of this now?", asked Makela. "The Maditau wanted you to solely concentrate on your commission. Remain at ease. You need only to worry about completing your commission", replied David Kufu as he walked out of the staff room.
"Juda Kufu. This tricky contraption", said David Kufu as he revealed it, "is a Space Bender. Exclusive to the Kinks but they won't mind an Apostle using it, and besides, it's my invention", he said to which, the Warrior King gave a mirthful smile, proud of his nephew. "once we leave Mami's joint, my pack and I will go for the Wand of Galatea and you… use this Bender, it's programmed to teleport you to Eisenhower's location. It's not far off from the detonator. "wait! That silver egg gizmo is a teleporter?", asked Lindiwe in bewilderment. "It's a Space Bender. Not all of us are fond of using sorcery as a means of transportation", shrugged princess Ngoma.
What was up with this chick? I mean… her highness. She had this thing about her that nothing could please her, which, was quite offensive, and the fact that she pressed on the fact that Apostles were messy was truly diminishing. "you know, I am really… like seriously now, really getting tired of you", blurted Makela. Princess Ngoma stepped forward. It was going to get uncomfortable yet no one intervened.
"A little half-blood girl who lived in the gutters of nowhere, with no last name, no identity, and yet, you stand before and think you can size me. Don't let that Apostle regalia confound you.", spat Princess Ngoma. Dude, like I was just waiting for a chick fight, like, this girl just poked the tigress. But… no. Makela was not vexed.
"So, I get it", smiled Makela. This was Makela and not Ta-hawa, like the badass version of herself. "A silly little princess, living under the shadow of her sister, the Emperor of the Nzadi Empire", she gave a mirthless smile. "Everything this half-blood has", she repeatedly pointed on her chest. she sounded rather proud than hurt, "are the fruits of my labour. Everything that you have, will ever have, are hand-me-downs", smiled when she saw how her words battered the princess.
Princess Ngoma attempted a comeback, nevertheless, Makela was already on a roll, "you not even worthy of being your sister's shadow", Makela smirked. The Prey became the predator and the predator became the prey. Knock out.
David Kufu stepped away from the window, "are you done?", but that was not really a question. "let's move", he said as he passed through for the door. The Warrior King smiled and winked at Makela as to say, SHE GOT ROASTED.
Gympie Street is the second street in the world you do not want to find yourself in. After taking several wrong turns in the labyrinth we ended up in the second most dangerous street in the world. Gympie Street radiated an aura unkind to the exceptionally normal. The constant pungent of ntango or as the rest of the world calls it, weed. A poster of Dr Tatakowa's traditional medication that could extend manliness pride was posted against some walls.
From a distance, I could hear the last 95 train leaving for the Cape Flats. The silence adorned the air like an airborne disease, this street, in particular, seemed to give birth to a hybrid of delinquents who were kin to Greek monsters.
I recall surviving this street as a child, though, I prefer to not count the tale. From the shadows emerged eyes as red as blood. Three scrawny beings drenched in the beguiling pungent of weed masked under the figures of Cape drug addicts. I and Makela drew our weapons to the ready. David Kufu was not vexed by their presence. I was not in combat mode, however, I felt better with Ta-hawa near. "Ngoma", was all David Kufu said. On cue, princess Ngoma threw a smoke bomb to the ground, thuds against the wall, blood gurgling. I could hear every noise except that of David Kufu and princess Ngoma.
The smoke faded, four Gympie monsters were pinned on the wall of an abandoned building.
"Why are we here", asked David Kufu as he turned to me. "I got lost in the maze", I confessed. Princess Ngoma made a face not disappointed, nonetheless, as if it was typical for this to happen. These people seemed to see us differently, not as people, nevertheless, as rookie Apostles. For some reason, Kufu's pack or as they call themselves, Omega Prime, disapproved of the ways of the Apostles. "JK, do we have to go back into the Labyrinth?", asked Ta-hawa who was unhappy about travelling through the maze in the first place.
"Kaddafi, we are wasting time, if we take the maze as a route we shall be wasting more time. As it appears, His Supreme highness, the Bantu Kufu is lost in direction", scoffed princess Ngoma. Ta-hawa turned her dagger from the pinned Gympie monsters to princess Ngoma. "That may be the most unwise thing you have done thus far", goaded princess Ngoma.
While I was trying my best to impede a chick fight, David Kufu decided to raise his sceptre upwards and sent a white flashing light skyward which, in mid-air stretched to the direction we were heading to. "What was that", I asked as I turned their attention from each other to David. "I released a Tepid Ephemeral Electric Magnetic Pulse that will affect solely the area we are headed to. We fly across, masked in the darkness", said David Kufu as he ascended from the ground.
Ngoma followed, "no Nim-brooms!?", bewildered Ta-hawa as she was amazed as to how they were airborne without flying equipment. "Oh... these? are prototypes", he gestured, "I got the idea from your Carbon emitting bow, the Gaddafi. Let's be off.".
From above everything was difficult to see, nevertheless, it felt good to fly again, plus, my wings felt stronger than before. More speed, more flexibility. A David Kufu-Nimwhii curtesy. "It's completely dark below how will we know once we have arrived", asked Ta-hawa. I thought about it. Then I realized, the Tepid Ephemeral Electric Magnetic Pulse served only as a cover. "Makela, look yonder, lights just on the horizon. That's our destination", I replied. I switched my suit to auto-pilot and synchronized it to Ta-hawa's.