"Everyone, we'll be arriving in East Africa soon! The crew told me that in less than an hour, we should reach Mombasa city, East Africa's second-largest city."
"I know East Africa is a foreign land to all of you. In Mombasa, you may be able to glimpse the tip of her iceberg. As East Africans, honesty is etched into our bones, so I'll now truthfully reveal some things about East Africa to you."
As the man responsible for "escorting" talented people from European countries back to East Africa, Keliade's words immediately filled the European immigrants whom East Africa had "tricked" into coming with an ominous premonition.
To be fair, in order to recruit talent, East Africans in Europe had certainly embellished their homeland's "prosperity, strength, peace, civilization, and friendliness."
But now that the contracts had been signed and the ship was nearly at shore, there was basically no chance for regret. Naturally, the East African personnel became far more casual. Could these Europeans who had boarded East Africa's "pirate ship" possibly jump into the sea and swim back?
"Everyone, there's no need to worry. East Africa may differ somewhat from the publicity, but the discrepancy won't be too great. Your work will also be guaranteed by the East African government, and your benefits will not fall below what is stated in the contracts. Of course, if you want better benefits, that will depend on your own abilities. East Africa is a country that respects knowledge and technology. You will not suffer unfair treatment here."
Keliade's explanation only made things darker and darker, as though East Africa truly were a man-eating devil's den in northern Myanmar. The European guests aboard the ship felt their hearts grow colder by the moment.
"..." Without caring about everyone's state of mind, Keliade finally got