‘Pull over here, Kisekka,’ Arnold instructed the driver of the jeep.
‘We are not there yet, Sir,’ Kisekka replied.
‘Kukomesha!’ Arnold utilised one of the few Swahili words he knew.
Kisekka brought the jeep to a stop.
‘What’s in there?’ Arnold asked, pointing at the white structures that covered the fields.
‘They grow flowers, Arnold Sir.’
Growing flowers on an industrial scale miles from Kampala made no sense, and according to his map, this was government-owned land.
He jumped down. ‘Wait for me here,’ he instructed Kisekka.
He saw no sign of any security cameras or guards.
Arnold jumped the fence. He heard chatter. Young voices among the sound of machinery.
There was a gap in the sheeting. Arnold peered through.
Hundreds of young boys were inside the tent. Each had a table of metal pieces in front of them. They expertly assembled the various pieces.
Arnold had found what he had been sent to discover: Idi Amin’s weapons factory.
Written for ‘What Pegman Saw’, a weekly prompt based on a view from Google Maps. The idea is to write a piece of fiction of around 150 words based on the prompt. Full details can be found HERE. This week we’re off to Uganda, a country with a long history of civil war and child labour.
For more stories based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.
IAIN KELLY 
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