Capítulo 102: The Lifeline

The convoy slowed to a halt at the edge of Gaborone, the capital of Votswana. Tembo peered out of the armored vehicle as they approached the city's administrative district. His eyes scanned the streets filled with people—traders, soldiers, and civil servants moving with purpose. Gaborone was nothing like Maputo. The buildings were well-maintained, the streets orderly, and the signs of prosperity were clear. But for Tembo, the difference only sharpened his sense of urgency.

Zambesi was collapsing while their neighbors thrived.

As the convoy pulled up to the imposing gates of the governor's palace, Tembo felt a tension settle over him.

One of the officers approached Tembo, nodding briskly. "The Governor is expecting you, Mr. Tembo. Follow me."

The officer led him through the grand doors of the palace and moments later, they reached a large set of double doors, and the officer paused.