Yesterday, the terrorist group had stolen all my equipment, including my compass. Without it, I have no sense of direction, or in other words, completely lost. I wander around aimlessly, quite sure i'm not going to make this journey. Suddenly, I heard the sound of rushing water. Could it be? Yes! I found the Niger River! Being the third longest river in Africa, it went by many names, depending on the local tribe you spoke to, such as "
Egerew n-Igerewen" meaning "rivers of rivers" in Tuareg, and "Orimiri" meaning "great water" in Igbo. I quickly refill my water bottles, and press on. Later on that day, I feel much better, as I have finally had water. However, my stomach still isn't satisfied, and once in a while I stop and vomit, even though nothing comes out. I realize I am very sick, and I need medical attention right away. The loss of direction doesn't help either, and I soon black out.
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