President Mwai Ruku sat in his office. It was all fine carved Arikan wood, it only made sense for the President for Kirinyaa to sit in an office that had all domestic furniture. Another sanction from Doschia had come, Karaina had finally imposed their first one. A ban on air travel, most likely they had finally worked out Kassandora and Arascus had her men stationed in there.
Mwai did not care one bit. He looked over at the television. Kirinyaan politics were a fairly boring affair for him, they were a poor country, the government was seen as useless, they didn't even bother to tax anyone past the central mountain ranges where the nomadic peoples lived that had been pushed east by the coming of the Jungle. It was a country that was surviving on borrowed time, investments rarely came into a land which people were sure would be swallowed by the Jungle eventually. A depressing country, where the government wasn't even spat upon because no one bothered to spit.
Not anymore.
