This morning, Chairman Sunguh did not feel like waking up at all.
He was mad at himself - mad at Moi - mad at Biwott - mad at Parliament - and strangely, he was mad at life in general. Of all the people in Parliament that fate could have placed this enormous responsibility on, why did it choose him?
He was bothered.
But then his wife - as normal the first to wake up - tapped him on the shoulder with a smile. She said, "Don't worry about last night."
"I am scared," he whispered.
She pushed away the comforter, "If I told you, I had slept this past night, I would be lying. I have been thinking."
He turned, "About what ?"
"This enormous responsibility. I have been wondering why God placed you in the middle of it."
He looked at her absently.
"Maybe the Lord wants the world finally to know who killed Dr. Ouko and why. Maybe it is the last best chance this nation has to deliver justice to those who robbed Kenya and Africa of one of the best brains this continent has ever produced."
Sunguh came up on his elbow ..... sat next to her, "So you really think, God has anything to do with this?"
She smiled at him, "No doubt."
"Then how do you explain the threats? The intimidation? The letter? How could God sanction this and subject my family to this kind of fear?"
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