“We are asasiyun,” said the man who was
introduced to us as Oberst Silenen. “We are the true believers and faithful of
the foundation of faith.”
After the speech Oberst Silenen declared
the training officially open, and since then I have never seen or heard of him
again (it’s like he never existed).
First thing was to turn us to multi-lingual
humans (I speak French, Germany, Latin, Greek and Spanish in addition to
English and Kiswahili and other dialects I have picked along the way).
As days turned weeks to months I witnessed
a great change in me. After two years of training that saw us recruited into
the not known Sovereign Military Order of the Roman Catholic (SMORC), we
graduated
SMORC is a sect in the Catholic Church with
historical links to the Cent Swisses (who were Louis XI’s bodyguards), the
Knights Templar, the Assassins (of the order of Nizari Ismailis) and the
Sicarii (an extremist splinter group of the Jewish Zealots – terrorists – opposed
to the Roman rule and partisans before the destruction of the temple in 70AD).
SMORC is one of the well-guarded TOP SECRETs
of the Catholic Church. It is an order of trained killers who are used for systematic
elimination of opposing figures in the church, a political and vengeance tool
used by the elite of the Catholic Church for personal gain.
I think you now know why I said that we are
all pawns (and expendable ones for that matter) – angels and demons!
Yet there is so much to say about this
sect… TO BE CONTINUED…
Today is palm Sunday (and Fool’s Day) and I
have pulled one hell of a prank on the parochial priest that has left him mad
at me. Why the heck doesn’t he know what’s happening around him?
The coming week, the Holy Week, would be
very busy.
Easter is here, and so much would happen –
for one many people would flee the city (to Mombasa with family and/or partner
to laze on the white sands beaches waiting for some cop to arrest them for
indecent exposure, taking photos of themselves nude/half nude and uploading
them on Facebook then waiting for some equally idle Facebooker to comment or
like them. Others would be going to shagz – upcountry – to be with their
rural families before coming back to the city looted of their last cent by
relatives after Easter Monday).
For me, I would be doing what I was called
to do.
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