The Forbidden Question: A Journey from the World of the Dead

“Do not speak much – I have no time for you, just follow me and carry it,” she said, “anyway, do you work? Where and how did you get the money to afford sleeping here?” the girl asked.

“Do not speak much – I have no time for you, just follow me and carry it,” she said, “anyway, do you work? Where and how did you get the money to afford sleeping here?” the girl asked.

“Dear Madam, I will answer any other question but what I will never tell you is where and how I got the money. Never ask me that question again. That is a forbidden question,” Gahima said.

Gahima carried his sack and stood a few metres away from the hotel’s entrance. Its weight suggested the money was still as he left it. Through a small hole, he pulled out Frw100, 000.

He kept it in the inside pocket of his jacket this time. Before long, he stopped a taxi and straight away went to Bank Populaire Ndera at Ndera. The bank manager, Mr. Mugyenzi Leo was interested in knowing how Gahima got the money.

“Do you work? Where and how did you get all this money?” Leo asked.

“Dear manager, I will answer any other question but what I will never tell you is where and how I got that money. Never ask me that question again. That is a forbidden question,” Gahima said.

He immediately ordered the cashiers to help Gahima count the money. They used the computer. Gahima opened his eyes widely to make sure none of them stole even a note.

After forty five minutes they told Mr. Mugyenzi that it was Frw213 million. He left visibly excited and went back to Kigali to buy clothes, beers and whatever his eyes admired.

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