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ask your forgiveness for hurting you.”
    “Take a seat.”
    “Thank you.”
    Moto said he sought asylum in this country. After leaving the ruling party and his job, he joined the opposition and became a whistle-blower. It was true he was once a member of the dreaded Secret Police; a hit squad that bore allegiance to the president. They targeted and tortured opposition party activists. He was not proud of his past. And then he killed an innocent relative. In remorse he left the job realized what he was - part of a killing machine. He joined the opposition party, and gave a list of targeted members of the opposition, and those abducted and killed. The information was genuine. His colleagues knew who had betrayed them. Moto knew too much. His life was in danger. That was how he escaped, landed in England, sought asylum and changed his name. He was sorry.
    Godfree pointed at him. “You butchered people, left their wives widows and their children fatherless. Do you remember the rally where you arrived with your thugs and the people you killed? You tortured me and my friend Aaron and murdered him. He helped his family, widowed mother, brothers and sisters. You took his life.”
    Moto looked at the floor, said ever since that man’s death he sought forgiveness from those he wronged. He wanted to help Aaron’s mother, ask forgiveness and send money. He went to church now. Was the mother alive?
    “That won’t bring Aaron back. You think cash will lessen her pain and that of the rest of the family? If they know where you are they will come looking for you to avenge Aaron. Infact I shall give everyone your address.”
    “I know her pain, have a pregnant wife and understand about losing my own child. Forgive me, Mister Muti. I was a different man then.”
    “Different?” His eyes were wet with tears. “All I see and remember is a man that loved killing.” He turned, removed his shirt, glanced over his shoulder. “Look at my back, Comrade Moto. You like what you see? I was found by a surgeon in the bushes where you left me. Did you know I was in hospital for months?”
    Moto looked sick. His voice was a whisper. “I’m so sorry.”
    “When the men you killed begged for their lives, did you ever listen? You crushed Aaron’s head with that hammer. You’re a butcher. Get out of my house before I pick the phone and call Aaron’s brothers to alert them where you live. I’ve since driven past your house and watched you and your wife, thought of setting fire to your place. Out!”
    Moto was at the door when an arm grabbed and dragged him back.
    “Let me go. Please.”
    Godfree shook his head, grabbed his lapels and hoisted the shivering man to his feet.
    “Please let me go.”
    “No, comrade. I’ve dreamt of you, had nightmares. You need to feel the pain too and pay for the blood you shed. You have two choices. To sit on a red-hot stove, or I cut your throat.”
    He pulled him towards the kitchen.
    The man’s teeth chattered. “No.”
    “Pick one now!” he yelled.
    He dumped him on the floor, pulled out a drawer and grabbed the bread-knife. Moto screamed, leapt to his feet and sprinted to the door, flung it open and was through in a flash. Godfree stood knife in hand as Moto jumped in the vehicle and sped off with a squeal of tyres and a strong smell of burning rubber. James’s car parked close.
    “Godfree, you ok? What’s up, mate? Who was that man who ran out? What’s that knife for?”
    James stepped into the house, alarm on his face. Godfree headed for the kitchen and put away the knife.
    “Jamie, I almost killed that man.”
    James frowned. “Where did you get those horrible scars? Who’s that man who ran out?”
    Godfree picked his shirt from the floor and put it on. James’ face took a horrified look as the story unfolded.
    “You meant to barbecue him?”
    “Yes.”
    James laughed. He sat as the mirth continued and slapped Godfree on the back.
    “That’s it, my man! Wish I had arrived sooner. That