5 days ago, I arrived at the Ministry of Information. Normally a standard visit for me as a foreign journalist, I wanted to provide my details and ensure they knew I was in the country. To be honest, I wasn’t sure what I’d find. It’s hard to determine who runs the country. Ever since the President’s assassination, there has been a mass exodus underway.
Not surprisingly, the Ministry was a tomb. The building had been looted; documents were strewn throughout the halls.
A strange moment: I stepped into what was once a cafeteria and spotted two gazelle picking at some trash. We both froze for a moment. Then as one, they bolted through the open door. As quick as – as gazelle! – they were gone.