The Mandela Catalogue 소설 & 이야기

An incoming text. “Can I use your bathroom?” Her head moved faintly towards the door. “Go ahead. You know the way.” Max used the toilet break as an excuse to check his phone. A coded text from Johnny confirmed their meeting that afternoon with a South African contact named Mandla Nkosi. Max knew of the contact and had a highly classified dossier on Mr. Mandla Nkosi and his intricate African network. Nkosi originated from the Xhosa tribe, one of the most prominent tribes in South Africa, and the ruling government majority.

“The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from you, Banabella, whose name I discovered in my dreams. I beg you in the name of your own god, grant me my wish, and avoid being uprooted from the face of the earth.” The second parchment read: “Because you have hidden Banabella in an unidentifiable place, with the intent of deceiving me, I’ll tread upon your bodies and make your kingdom bare like ordinary earth. Till I see Banabella, the people of Muzagah shall not be privileged to take in air into their nostrils before the sun sets tomorrow. Prince Habeb speaks!’