Category: Africa

A U.S. soldier rolling up to a jittery Tanzanian border with a handful of CS grenades is the kind of bad-luck crossroads where bureaucracy, suspicion, and raw political nerves all decide to jump the same man at once.

When gunmen can storm a girls’ school before dawn, kill an educator, and haul teenagers into the forest without immediate consequence, something fundamental has broken in Nigeria’s security contract with its citizens.

Christians are dying in Nigeria, but so are Muslims and countless other civilians, and the bloodshed has less to do with a holy war than with a government that has let the country slip into the hands of jihadists, militias, and land-grabbers.

In Darfur — where al-Fashir’s fall has tightened the RSF’s chokehold — women are being hunted, starved, and silenced as systematic rape and engineered famine are wielded as weapons while the world looks away.

In a decisive, intelligence-driven sweep across six northern states, the Nigerian Air Force’s synchronized precision strikes under Operations Hadin Kai and Fanjan Yamma shredded insurgent logistics and eliminated senior fighters — a clear tactical win that nonetheless underlines how airpower, however effective, cannot by itself cure the deeper social and economic rot that fuels the violence.

While Nigerian churches collapse into ash, the powerful grope through the smoke with canes of denial, pretending to ignore the growing stench of genocide.

Forged by colonial lines that ignored its people, Nigeria now strains under insurgency, corruption, and oil politics as the military grinds on multiple fronts and voices like Ojy Okpe refuse to look away.

From Darfur to Khartoum, Sudan’s war reads like the worst kind of rerun: militias rebranded, generals trading uniforms for power, and civilians paying in blood while the world shrugs.

Sanctuary is a shabby myth in the Golis, where satellite eyes, patient ISR, and surgical fire are turning those wadis into dead ends for ISIS-Somalia.

In a continent juggling thirty plus wars and mineral wealth that leaks like a punctured drum, American private military companies arrive with lift, training, and guns for hire, selling speed where states stall and leaving politics to settle the bill when the smoke clears.

I sat in the dust between a surging sea of angry Somalis and a jumpy Yemeni garrison, gambling that a seated man looks less like a threat and that luck would buy enough time to keep everyone breathing.

Planter-turned-mercenary Jean “Black Jack” Schramme carved his legend in the Congo Crisis—a self-styled guardian of order who tried to bind a failing state with Katangan steel and hired guns.