Hunted on the edge: A night in no-man’s land

I pushed deeper into the woods until the noise died. No voices. No gunfire. Nothing. I had left the others behind.
By Onie Ndoro May. 3, 2026

Aluta continua

A muffled sound came from the bushes behind me. There was a  struggle. I stepped back carefully. The sounds grew clearer.
By Onie Ndoro Apr. 19, 2026