The life of a freelance journalist in Africa is a perilous one: from covering conflicts where the only rule of engagement is that there are no rules to flying on board ageing soviet-era aircraft piloted by drunk Ukranians. Even a matatu ride outside of Nairobi involves placing your life in the hands of someone who has scant regard for anything...except perhaps the Mungiki.
And don't get me started on the projectiles one is likely to encounter if enough time is spent in the wrong places: RPGs, mortars, grenades...and projectile vomit!
Place your baby near your laptop at your own peril. This latest effort from Oliver landed less than a foot away! Nick, you have been warned. They do not mention this on a hostile environment course.
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