“Your coffee, Bwana K,” Mohammad said, placing the cup and saucer on the table. “I made a fresh pot.”
“Thank you. Don’t think I’ll be much longer,” he replied.
“No worries, Sir. We are here late,” Mohammad said.
“Oh, I know. I’ve got to drive to the city, and I need my beauty sleep ya’ know,” Charles said with a smile.
“Yes, Bwana. I’ll check on you in a few minutes,” he replied, turning to walk back to the bar.
“Thanks again, Mohammad,” Charles said.
Taking a sip, he stirs in some extra cream. To himself, “close Mohammad, close to perfect.”
Setting down the cup, he types again:
*Coffee and tea bags
*No alcohol. Not this trip.
*USE MINISTER NOAH MWANGI FOR BAIT!! no, guess can’t do that..
“That’s a good start,” he says to himself.
He hits ‘save document’, finishes his last sip of coffee, and closes his laptop.