Long journey, that’s what I would call it if I was asked to describe it. the place we lodged earlier was far too close to Abidjan compared to the jungle we were riding into in a single file like ants.
“Now, I have to inform you, ma’am,” he sounded a little official this time, “That the neighborhood we are heading for is far too remote and somewhat unsafe for strollers because it is the same community that recorded terror attack the other day.”
I narrowed my eyes. a part of me was glad to be there, but a part of me was worried already. Places like this are known to have minefields laid up by terrorists, and there were issues of kidnap and mass killing, and we had no good security personnel amongst us.
“We have managed to secure a safe space around there, but that’s not guaranteed
