AK’s and Alcohol | Explorer

and waiting for the commander just in
time it’s just turned out which isn’t
exactly ideal the air is thick with
ganges smoke I’m three hours walk from
the nearest town and I’m completely at
their mercy
so I find myself in north Kiba on the
border of Berenger National Park in my
my village waiting for the commander of
the forces here a couple of guys in the
corn ated none of them was gonna be
older than 20 years old a case by the
side having a drink is probably most the
real Friday night I’ve ever had
Meraki made of distilled banana leaves
was originally called war gin it’s cheap
available but sometimes fatal when
homemade the alcohol has been blamed for
blindness and death
hey that’s good it’s been about two
hours since I got here no one’s really
let on what’s happening far as I know
I’m still waiting for the commander
finally I’m ah on to another heart
but still no commander the second in
command through stoned and glassy eyes
invites me to a meal of a galley
basically mashed cassava and lake fish
yeah I tried that and you go to the
middle don’t know about because of the
fish yeah and which one has it now where
is God’s to give or not the government
policy in Lake Edward plagued by decades
of overfishing now dictates that people
follow rules such as not fishing in the
shallow waters where fish breed the mine
line clearly resent demo roads oversight
I’m pretty bad for sure on the walkie
but I don’t think it’s a good idea to
sleep with twenty stoned adolescents
with ak-47s roaming though hopefully
tomorrow I can get an interview with the
commander and get out Dodge