The low hum of Fikra’s air transport resonated within the hull of the craft.
Fikra stares out of the window, looking at the distant horizon. He turns away and looks down at his journal, where he’s begun an entry.
He exhales, picks up his pen, and continues writing.
Journal of Fikra K. Maji
August 28, 2010
I’m en-route to a meeting of African finance ministers in Lagos. Although the Royal Family has expressed its sincere interest in restoring the old-style-vibranium-dependent foreign trade, I have been given some latitude to pursue my desired course-diversification.
I intend to use this meeting as an opportunity to promote greater continental integration, domestic tranquility, job growth, and technological development. I’ve developed a four stage development platform backed by a veritable treasure chest in Wakandan investment.
I’ll see how it goes.
The truth is that I’m nervous.
I’ve never done anything like this before. The last two months have been one trial by fire after another. First my appointment as finance minister. Next, I had to get extraction at the Great Mound back on- line (an ongoing source of extreme anxiety), then I had to endure the extreme skepticism of the Royal Family, and finally I had my hazing at the hands of Nge Wimbo. Life’s hard I suppose.
What’s that ancestral proverb?
"Maisha ni mapigano kwa ajali - Life is the struggle for destiny".
Although I’m seeing some success on the domestic front: vibranium extraction is at 70% pre-coup levels (a 20% improvement from 2 weeks prior) and public opinion of Shuri’s policies are favorable (with 73% in favor). The agricultural sector continues to suffer from all sorts of delays. It will take months to correct these issues. 20,000 Wakandan soldiers were assigned to civilian duties due to a labor shortage. This has created gaps in our defense infrastructure. Lastly, intelligence reports murmurs of opportunistic sabotage floating on the winds from the West.