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Chapter 01

Harusi Iliyosimama

Harusi ya Nadia Wanjiru ilipangwa kama uzinduzi wa kampuni.

Hilo lilikuwa wazo la Kelvin Gichuru.

“Watu watakumbuka love story na brand pamoja,” alisema miezi mitatu kabla. “Hii ndiyo Kenya mpya. Tradition, luxury, future.”

Nadia alimwambia harusi si campaign.

Kelvin akamkumbatia na kucheka.

“Usiwe serious kila wakati, mpenzi. Wewe ndiyo unajua kufanya kila kitu kiwe perfect.”

Siku ya harusi, ballroom ya hoteli ya Westlands ilikuwa imejaa maua meupe, beadwork za rangi ya udongo na screens kubwa zilizokuwa zinaonyesha savannah wakati wa sunset.

Wageni walikuwa family, viongozi wa biashara, travel journalists, influencers, mawakili, donors na investors kutoka Baobab Horizon Capital.

Jukwaa lilikuwa na sehemu mbili.

Upande mmoja, arch ya harusi.

Upande mwingine, display ya collection mpya ya Savanna Crown: **URITHI**.

Nadia alijua collection hiyo kuliko mtu yeyote.

Miaka miwili ya safari Kajiado na Narok.

Meetings na Enkare Women’s Bead and Leather Cooperative.

Sample boards mia moja na zaidi.

Discussions kuhusu ni motifs zipi zinaweza kutumiwa commercial, zipi zilihitaji restrictions, na zipi hazikupaswa kuwekwa kwenye bag ya tourist hata kwa pesa nyingi.

Mercy Njeri, cousin wa Nadia na image consultant wa company, alikuwa amevaa gold dress na kutembea karibu na mannequins kama ndiye designer mkuu.

Nadia alimwona akibadilisha label moja.

“Nadia Wanjiru — Creative Direction” ilikuwa imeondolewa.

Label mpya ilisoma:

**Mercy Njeri — Lead Designer.**

Nadia akamwita.

“Mercy.”

Mercy akageuka na smile.

“Yes, bride?”

“Label imebadilishwa.”

“Kelvin alisema presentation iwe simple.”

“Simple si false.”

Mercy akaangalia nyuma ya Nadia.

Kelvin alikuwa anakuja, akiwa na tuxedo nyeusi na pin ya simba.

“Problem?” aliuliza.

Nadia akamwonyesha label.

Kelvin alisema:

“Tutarekebisha baada event. Sasa please, no drama.”

No drama.

Nadia alisikia phrase hiyo mara nyingi.

Wakati supplier contract ilitaja Kelvin kama product creator.

Wakati article ya magazine ilisema Nadia “supported her fiancé’s vision”.

Wakati Mercy alipost sample ambayo Nadia na Mama Naserian walitengeneza, bila kutaja cooperative.

Kila mara, Nadia alikubali baada.

Baada launch.

Baada investor meeting.

Baada wedding.

Haraka haraka haina baraka, lakini Kelvin aliishi kwa haraka ambayo wengine walilipa.

Music ya ceremony ilianza.

Nadia alitembea aisle akiwa na mama yake hayupo tena, kwa hiyo shangazi yake Muthoni alimpeleka. Grace Wanjiru alikufa miaka sita kabla, na Beatrice Gichuru mara nyingi alisema:

“Grace angefurahi kuona binti yake akiingia family ambayo ilimpa chance.”

Nadia hakupenda sentence hiyo.

Mama yake hakupewa chance.

Alifanya kazi.

Lakini siku hiyo, Nadia hakutaka kuanza vita na dead woman’s history.

Alifika mbele.

Kelvin akashika mikono yake.

Pastor alianza.

Wakati wa vows, screen kubwa nyuma yao ilibadilika.

Savannah ikatoweka.

Slide nyeupe ikaonekana:

**INTERNAL GOVERNANCE ALERT — SAVANNA CROWN GROUP.**

Wageni wakaanza kunong’ona.

Nadia akamwangalia Kelvin.

“Hii ni nini?”

Kelvin hakushangaa.

Akaachia mkono wake.

“Pastor, samahani.

Kabla ceremony iendelee, kuna jambo lazima liwekwe wazi.”

Nadia alihisi tumbo likiwa tupu.

Beatrice Gichuru alikuwa row ya mbele, akiwa ametulia.

Mercy alikuwa karibu na display, akiwa na macho yenye machozi yaliyopangwa vizuri.

Kelvin akachukua microphone.

“Leo nilipaswa kumuoa mwanamke niliyemwamini kwa miaka tisa.

Lakini jana usiku, board audit imeleta evidence ambayo siwezi kuificha kwa sababu ya family image.”

Slide nyingine.

**KSh 18,400,000 — CSR LAND PROTECTION FUND — TRANSFERRED TO ENKARE LAND HOLDINGS LTD.**

Jina la authorising executive:

**Nadia Wanjiru.**

Murmur ikawa kubwa.

Kelvin akaendelea:

“Pesa hii ilihamishwa bila full board disclosure kwenda company yenye links na Nadia.”

Nadia akasema:

“Board resolution iko—”

Microphone yake haikuwa on.

Kelvin akapandisha mkono.

“Nadia, utapata nafasi kupitia lawyers.”

Screen ikabadilika tena.

Sketches za Urithi.

Upande wa kushoto, file iliyoandikwa **Mercy Njeri — Original Concept**.

Upande wa kulia, version yenye jina la Nadia, tarehe ya baadaye.

Kelvin akasema:

“Tumegundua Nadia alichukua designs za Mercy, akaziweka kwenye department server, kisha akapanga kujitambulisha kama creator baada wedding.”

Wageni wakageuka kumwangalia Nadia.

Mmoja alitoa simu.

Kisha wengine.

Mercy akalia.

“Sikutaka hii itoke leo,” alisema kwa sauti iliyosikika vizuri kabisa. “Nilitaka tu truth.”

Nadia alimwangalia.

“Ulitaka truth?

Then show sample registry.”

Kelvin akasema:

“Enough.”

“Mercy’s file haina bead sample number. Haina cooperative approval. Haina—”

Kelvin akakata:

“Nadia, usifanye hii kuwa ugly.”

Harusi ilikuwa imesimamishwa, jina lake limewekwa screen na fraud accusation mbele ya media.

Lakini yeye ndiye angeifanya ugly?

Beatrice alisimama.

“Nadia, kwa heshima ya mother yako, cooperate.”

Hiyo ndiyo ilimfanya Nadia atulie.

Kwa heshima ya mother yako.

Grace alitumiwa kama leash hata akiwa amekufa.

Kelvin akatoa envelope.

“Board imekusimamisha kazi effective immediately. Access zako zimefungwa.

Engagement yetu imeisha.

Harusi haitendelea.”

Flash za camera ziliwaka.

Pastor alishusha kitabu.

Shangazi Muthoni akaanza kulia.

Mercy akaweka mkono kifuani.

Kelvin akaongeza:

“Mercy Njeri atachukua nafasi ya interim creative director ili kulinda Urithi collection na staff.”

Hapo ndipo Nadia alielewa.

Hii haikuwa discovery ya jana usiku.

Slides zilikuwa tayari.

Appointment ilikuwa tayari.

Security ilikuwa karibu na side door.

Beatrice alikuwa hajashangaa.

Nadia akanyoosha mkono.

“Microphone.”

Kelvin akasema:

“Lawyer wako—”

“Umenitaja mbele ya watu. Nipe microphone dakika moja.”

Wageni walinyamaza.

Kelvin alisita, kisha akampa. Pengine aliamini Nadia angelia. Pengine alitaka video ya confession au begging.

Nadia akashika microphone.

Sauti yake haikutetemeka.

“Sitatoa maelezo ya fedha au intellectual property bila records kamili.

Lakini nataka mambo manne yaandikwe sasa.”

Kelvin akacheka kwa kutokuamini.

“Hii si board meeting.”

“Umeifanya.”

Akaangalia hotel manager.

“Moja: video zote za ballroom, backstage, loading bay na control room zihifadhiwe.”

Akaangalia Tom Oloo, IT administrator aliyekuwa karibu na screen.

“Mbili: server access logs, file versions, email archives na audit export zisifutwe.”

Akaangalia Kelvin.

“Tatu: hotel ihifadhi event schedule, slide upload records na invoices.”

Akaangalia waandishi.

“Nne: sijasema nimeiba design wala pesa.”

Kelvin akasema:

“Security.”

Nadia akarudisha microphone.

Kabla kuondoka, alimgeukia Mercy.

“Urithi haina mikono yako peke yake.

Ukijaribu kuiuza hivyo, watu wenye mikono yao wataongea.”

Mercy akajibu:

“Threat?”

“Hapana.

Contract.”

Walinzi wawili wakaja.

Nadia alitembea nao kutoka kwenye harusi yake.

Hakupiga magoti.

Hakumshika Kelvin.

Hakumuuliza kwa nini hakumpendi.

Alikuwa na swali tofauti.

Ni nani aliyepakia slide saa ngapi?

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