By: John Jefferson
Safely in One of the
Most Dangerous Places in the World
There’s nothing more
dangerous than being in a place where the leader of the country, though charged
with Crimes Against Humanity by the ICC for killing his own citizens, is still allowed
to operate with impunity. Despite this
reality, when we arrived at the compound in the middle of the Nuba Mountains, I
felt disquietingly safe. It was late at
night and cots were brought out of the tukuls and set in front of them. Initially I was leery because of mosquitos
and other things that might be about, but exhaustion and the reality that I had
to man up given who my hosts were
quickly quashed those concerns. Instead,
I took advantage of the bucket shower that was offered, forgot about the fact
that I hadn’t eaten in a few hours, and proceeded to crash hard, but not before
looking up at a canopy of stars that rivaled what Abraham must have seen when
God was recounting for him what his family tree would look like in the distant
future. The next day already arrived,
but there were still enough hours of darkness to rest and prepare to go to the
villages and distribute the precious cargo it had taken so much planning,
preparation and prayer to get to this remote corner of the world.
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