The Central African Republick is lost in the heart of Africa. Thugs are terrorising the pupulation. It smells like mass murder in the country and more is still to come.
Horses, cars, donkey carts, motorbikes and pedestrians compete with one another over the limited space on the narrow quay of Mopti. Market stalls, lining...
After French and Malian military chased insurgents out of some of the main cities and towns they had conquered, the insurgents withdrew into the rice fields. Or they fused with the population in the surrounding villages. They have become invisible.
Islamic radicals and a movement which wants indepence for the coast both exploit anger about marginalisation and youth employment. The Kenyan coast is boiling.
