Her story nagged at me like an obstinate pain. If Dada could defy and
outwit all the rulers and Tuns and Sultans on this blighted island who was I to
give up on the story ?. The strike may have brought together all the cards of
those who wanted to control this island but the DaDa must have seen how it would
crumble. Why did he carry on peddling the dream that was to become part of him
when everything else was lost ?
During the days that followed I saw the policemen often. On each
occasion my lawyer was with me and we had no more trickery with the beads or other
heavy symbols of faith. Questions were limited to examining points made in my
previous statements. Sometimes the policeman discussed the charges with my
lawyer and his prosecuting team but to tell the truth they didn’t take much
notice of me during their talks and saw my case as more or less closed. The
chief examining detective didn’t ask me once about Allah or God or Buddha and I
never saw him get as worked up as on that other day. As a result our meetings
became more cordial. After a few questions and a bit of discussion with my
lawyer, the interrogations would come to an end. I would return to my cell and
they would go to their homes in the suburbs.
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