The 747 roared overhead on its lengthy approach to Jomo Kenyatta International Airport. Landing gear creaked and groaned as it unfolded, pointing at the mountains below. From the cold confines of the mechanism a dark bundle fell earthward.
The bundle landed with a thump, groaned, moved slightly then unfolded itself. A man emerged.
The man sat up, blinked, then stood carefully, still wrapped in the blanket. He took a bite from the bacon sandwich that had made the journey with him, swallowed, cleared his throat and said;
‘Behold, I am Mahomet and I have come to the mountain.’