CHAPTER 4: Nyando
Brigadier General Standi Nyando heaved a handmade-shoe clad foot at an unfortunate member of a scrawny looking bunch of chickens, kicking it out of his path as he strutted across the courtyard of the main dwelling of the one-time colonial coffee plantation. Bedecked in pompous, fancy-dress party style military finery and breakfasted on the finest of local fare, he was ready for a very special day, probably the most special day in his life. At last his desire for the recognition he longed for was to be realised. No longer would he be described as the ruthless, self-serving, terrorist warlord responsible for murder, r**e and pillage in the eastern region of the Republic.
This day was the long-awaited day he was going to be allowed to demonstrate to the world his true wort
