The Serpent's Coil: Power and Peril in South Sudan

Previously

…As they left Mama Nyala’s hut, the night air felt charged with a new tension. The distant sounds of Juba seemed to carry a foreboding echo. Anya felt a prickle of fear, but it was tempered by a growing sense of purpose. She looked at Samuel, his silhouette a steady presence beside her. They were in this together, two unlikely allies navigating a treacherous landscape, bound by a shared pursuit of truth. The warlord’s shadow was long, but Anya was determined to shine a light into its darkest corners, no matter the cost. The coil was tightening, and she was now irrevocably caught within its deadly embrace.