For the next three days, a service team of young men appeared at Hunter’s tent to give him his breakfast and dinner on a tray with timely precision and in silence . Breakfast was oats...
"I hope you can see in the dark. I wouldn’t want you to crash your speedboat on my account.” Hunter met Pattan at the jetty just as they planned. It was exactly four o’clock in the...
The two days after the meeting with Prebiri were boring. There was no fresh information on the crisis – no attacks on oil facilities and no hostage-taking. Yet the security situation in Port Harcourt and...
“This is a rather small room for a journalist of your calibre.” Prebiri stepped through the doorway into Hunter’s double room at the Presidential Hotel and let his eyes soak up his new environment. “How much space...
Rain fell throughout the night, resulting in a very cold December morning in Port Harcourt. Through the window of The News Hub’s office on Aba Road in the city, Hunter watched its bundled-up residents struggle...
A little over thirty minutes later at a rundown jetty at the outskirts of Port Harcourt, Hunter alighted and waved Edward goodbye. “The gun?” Edward whispered. Hunter raised his hand to show he had no gun on...
The boat defied the poor visibility of the night, speeding up the creek at a rapid pace. The burly driver was obviously familiar with the route, and Hunter was impressed. When Biggie moved near the...
The fifteen minutes Hunter spent alone in the room after Chief Goodman’s exit seemed like eternity. He had closed the door behind him, locking Hunter inside, but at least he was kind enough to leave...
Hunter had no idea how long he had been asleep or how he had managed to drift off. At some point, his exhaustion must have somehow conquered his discomfort – until his slumber was invaded...
John Hunter’s life in the swamps had worsened progressively since it started at an oil spill site. For this assignment, Hunter had learned about the effects of oil spills through research and the reports of...