Port Selao
Darren
has resigned as Bureau Chief in Johannesburg. He and his family are
heading back to England. I’m sad to see Darren leaving. He has been an
avid supporter of my work here.
However, Darren’s recommended me
as his replacement – Bureau Chief of the Joburg office. This
effectively means I would be in charge of all African news coverage.
I’ve also been offered a four-part series profiling the Jackal and the
conflict here. It seems the job is mine. All I need to do is say yes.
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Near Port Selao
Today I met the man I believe is charged with hunting the Jackal. I was at Mike’s, a local café where I’ve met many mercenaries. In fact I took this man for one of the faction militia at first. But then I could see by his fresh clothes that he was new to the country.
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Near Port Selao
The
streets are jammed with militia. Roadblocks have been set up at every
corner. It’s impossible to go 10 kilometres without encountering a
checkpoint of some kind. And the checkpoint rules are to shoot first.
These are the worst of times.
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Near Goka Falls
“Want a Kit-Kat?” This was Yuri, a Russian reporter still chasing the stories here. We are two of a small handful of the press that haven’t fled the country. I passed on the chocolate and aimed my camera out the passenger window catching some shots of the zebra in the distance.
Yuri was driving us to Goka Falls, a tall majestic waterfall. We were scheduled to meet with a local commander of the APR. I’m not sure what we expected to find. For me, I’m always searching for the personal angle. Who are these people who can do such horrible things? What does it take to choose the life of a mercenary? In fact, is it even a choice for all of them?
Goka Falls sits high atop a large cliff. A narrow winding road leads up to the APR’s complex beside the head of the Falls. We arrived at the base of the road and were waved through the checkpoint. We drove on up, Yuri carefully navigating the twists and turns. The foliage was thick with trees and vines. We could barely see the sky beyond.
Then out of nowhere: POP POP POP POP!
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Near Port Selao
The Jackal is gone. I was scheduled to meet him yesterday. When I arrived at the café, he wasn’t there. In the past, he’d always arrived before me. I doubt I’ll hear from him again.
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Near Port Selao
Two
different sources, both reliable, passed on a rumour. An assassin has
been sent, and he’s after the Jackal. Neither of my sources had much
information. It’s unclear whether this assassin has entered the country
already. When he does come, he’ll most likely have to make the pass
through the mountains to the West, the only unprotected passage. All
borders are being monitored by the AU. They’re being particularly
vigilant with anyone whom they suspect may be a mercenary.
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Near Dogon Village
Following a lead, I drove out for Dogon Village today. It’s a small community to the northwest of Port Selao. I had it on good authority that a major weapons stockpile was there. This was a key hub for both the APR and the UFLL. I needed to check it out.
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Near Port Selao
Two hours at this and I feel like I have only 2 good questions for my final meeting with the Jackal. There are days I feel like a writer and other days, like today, where English feels like a foreign language. I’m not sure what to expect from this interview, but my gut tells me this will be significant. The Jackal made a point of declaring this the final one. Perhaps he’ll give me a window into his grand plan…if there is one.
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