Day One Thousand Sixty Five #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

It was not the carnage of battle that we surveyed on the summit of that mountain, but rather the aftermath of a wanton sacrifice. An altar had been raised over the source of the stream and an untold number of bodies lay strewn about – the bodies of animals contorted in their death agonies. All under the sparkling gaze of an idol of Stan, which presided over the scene.

Mawuli toppled it with a well aimed stone from his sling, and we crushed it under foot.

Elijah had us return to our camp near the stone bridge for the night, and from there this morning we set out towards the east, following Mawuli’s lead.

Elijah held his staff aloft in praise.

Day Four Hundred Thirteen #DiaryoftheEndoftheWorld

Upon my return last night I reported to Elijah that I still had more than half the camp to cover. And when I launched out this morning I was not confident that I would be able to complete my task. All the more so when I gave in to Mawuli’s begging me to be allowed to go along. A propitious decision as it turned out.

Mawuli’s knowledge of the layout of the camp sped us along. And the curious children who at times impeded me yesterday, presented no problem today because of his presence.

At day’s end we were heading back, when something glinted overhead. I pointed to a drone and Mawuli brought it down with a well aimed stone.