Pa Ladi and his delegate of ten, waited patiently by the palace reception room for the king to see them. They remained mute, occasionally communicating with eye signals for fear of getting into trouble with the highly sensitive guards.
There was hostility in the air and they all knew that their head could be on the chopping block if they made the wrong move or coughed out any negative word about the royal family.
At some point, Pa Ladi began to question himself if this was the right time or place to chant the revolution song, seeing that the royal family were like wounded lions prowling for their elusive prey.
Surrounded by scary-looking palace guards in uniforms and armed to the teeth, Pa Ladi was greatly troubled for his safety and those of his men. The rumour of incoming war was real and the palace was probably the last place to be at the moment.
