Kenna
The trip into the heart of Africa took far longer than she imagined. At times, it proved easier to walk than try and obtain a form of transportation that could successfully navigate treacherous roads and happened to be going in the right direction. The continent was not so harsh as to prevent her movements, however.
Petroleum may as well have been gold. Though she periodically saw military officials from various nations speeding up and down the dusty roads, none were looking to help civilians. And anyway, she didn’t have the proper paperwork. Only her skin color and simple clothing left her relatively unmolested. Most people who addressed Ken did so to try and ascertain if she had any services to sell. She argued her way free of conflict nine times out of ten—and threatened to kill
