It was a couple of seconds to midnight, and the neighborhood still shone brighter than the morning sun, in hinterland 'Krauna', a tiny hamlet of villages in the 'Aisoli' township, an unverified area of Sub-Sahara Africa. This was the least of the oddities which accompanied that fateful day. "Skora, Skora, Skora!", a wailing voice, was heard in the dead of the night. "Dead, Dead, Dead!", was the English translation of the lament, in his native 'Krollo' dialect.
Panic gripped the remainder of the Santi...