“We have battled the system for many years,” Roki continued, “and I say to you now, friends, we are almost home. The moment of reckoning is upon us, upon the world. For too long has the upper class pushed our faces in the muck, humiliated us, and stood righteously atop their precious Decens-Lenitas. Well, I say, no more! Our numbers have grown in pace with our strength. The time is right to strike the heads of the hydra. Nurlie was only a taste. Prepare yourselves, my friends, for the ultimate battle lies just over the horizon.”
Roki raised his fist. “The titans shall fall!”
And the crowd roared, “The titans shall fall! The titans shall fall! The titans shall fall!”
I didn’t know what I was doing. I had raised my fist and was echoing with the others, “The titans shall fall! The titans shall fall!”
The audience whooped with delight, and the wave of praise continued for the longest time. When the applause died down, someone shouted Lordin’s name. And just like that, a new wave of cheers began, interspersed with a chant of “Lordin! Lordin! Lordin!”
And I thought that of course they loved her. I was once like them. I’d only just died, yet they still grieved for Lordin. I wanted to forgive them, because they didn’t know her as I did now. And as I watched, filled with sadness, the livestream briefly caught someone who stood out because he wasn’t clapping. Roki must have seen it too, on his display, because he interrupted the shouting and asked for the man to be given a microphone. Then the camera zoomed in on the person. I couldn’t believe my eyes.
“Tell us your name and what’s on your mind,” Roki said most gently. “Why do you not cheer for Lordin?”
“My name is Nnati. I will never cheer for Lordin.”
There were loud gasps, but Roki was unmoved.
Nnati continued boldly. “Can’t you all see?” he said. “She bought into the system. She supported Decens-Lenitas. By the time she met her untimely death, she wasn’t one of us. We don’t know whether she would have treated us differently if she were queen. Yes, her murder was horrific, and I wouldn’t wish that on anyone. But she did not die for our cause, yet many among us look on her as a beloved martyr. I tell you now, she died for nothing!”
There was disquiet and murmurs among the crowd.
I was still in such a shock that I didn’t notice the tears streaming down my flushing hot face. I had always known Nnati was defiant. Now I knew just how defiant. The sight of him made me smile. Perhaps I could still salvage something of my old life. Perhaps I could be Nnati’s friend.
“Thank you, Nnati, for speaking your truth,” said Roki. “No one should deny him that. He is not our adversary. The upper class, on the other hand, have become too powerful, too rich, too mighty. But observe around you what we’ve built right under their noses, for the powerful have grown weak and complacent in the long years without conflict. Trust me when I say we are strong and have a firm resolve. Our fight has only just begun, and our enemy is within our reach. They are crippled and slow with their pockets stuffed with money and their bellies bloated on our food. They’ve pushed us so deep into the dirt that they do not fear retaliation. But I promise you, brothers and sisters, they will fear us!”
By the time Roki finished his speech, I felt drawn to his cause, to the magic of his words. Roki’s passion invigorated me. He was mine and I was his, and we were in the fight together. For the first time in my life, I had a purpose. I felt on top of the world. It no longer mattered what tomorrow may bring.
Roki and I walked off the stage, and I threw myself into his open arms, thinking it was crazy that I had to die to truly live. I was free and unassailable in that strange place and in Roki’s arms. No one was going to take that away from me, nor would they punish me for being there, far from my home.
Because I was home.
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Acknowledgements
I owe an enormous debt of gratitude to many people who’ve supported my writing or played a role in shaping this story—particularly to Nick, Julie T, Leonora B, Lauren, Christine, Phebe, Phyllis, Jacquee, Helen L, Judith, Steve, Kate, Carol, Peggy, Branden, Keysha, Sean, Naveed, Lisa, Eva, Bernard, Kelly, Zion, James, Sally, Norah, Aaron, Arwen, Gareth, Stefan, Monica, Szilvia, Ruth, Caroline, Rowena, Beth, Ruby, Boe, Lewis, Sophie, Ruth, Anna, Hetty and Liz.
A special thanks to Charlie and Chris who have put up with me at home, and a big thank you to my parents for giving me the best life possible.
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