27 April, 22:00pm, Bentiu, South Sudan.
"You are sure about this?" Roger Gisemba, Leader of the Democratic Freedom Alliance (DFA) queried.
"Yes, I am sure. Jabu gave you the wrong information. The white woman will arrive on Sunday night and not Monday morning, as he had said."
Tau Gbadamosi watched the leader's scarred face contort into rage. Minutes ticked by while he sipped the brew. Though tired, he waited, caution ever present.
"Must I bring him in?"
"No, follow him on Sunday night. Report back, provided you have information. Take Kwame with you. I want no harm done to her. Her medical knowledge is crucial, as you well know. I will decide whose wife she will be. Treat her as a guest."
"Yes, Haji," Tau replied.
"She is not to be harmed; do I make myself clear."
"Yes."
"Call Baaka."
"Good night." He sauntered into his quarters closed off from view. They divided the rest of the place in an office, a radio room and an extra room used as a holding cell.