The middle way
Once within Benin with my passport stamped, I could clearly feel the enormous stress that Nigeria (and everything that is said about her) had generated in me during all the months that preceded my arrival.
I will be decapitated in less than two days. They are going to kidnap me, shoot me, rob me, rape me and cut me into pieces to sell my organs in the Asian market. This is a brief list of some of the things that I had been told me that will happen to me once I cross the border that I have in front of me.
Deep in the heart of Congo, Christianity comes in many strange forms and practices — the result of a bizarre blend between this religion implanted by the West and the traditional beliefs held by the local people.