Everyday, I sit at tables talking politics with friends. It’s my way of fitting in with kids of the lower class. We laugh about blunders made by ministers and governors – everyone but the president. Rumour has it that he has spies in every university in the country.
This afternoon, we talked about yet another imprisoned journalist.
At night, I struggled to sleep. My head kept directing me to an unfinished task- the most difficult one yet.
Chills ran down my spine as I listened to recordings from this afternoon’s conversation. I closed my eyes, said a prayer, then hit ‘send’.


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