Anderson was the director of Major Oilcompany Corporation. They had found oil in the deep of the Cameroon wilderness. A tribe was living there. They called them selves the Magobgies, but Anderson didn’t really care.They had to be removed, of course. Not really a problem.
Paying off the right amount of higher politicians they got their way. No one would mingle in their affairs. The oil would be theirs. As it should be. Progress was the way. The tribal communities belonged to the past. Capitalism was the future. They went in to start the work. They had workers, government soldiers and a private American security company.
The chief refused to leave. Some of the tribesmen picked up their spears. As if to protect their territory. Anderson was amused by their naive innocence. It wasn’t theirs anymore. It was the territory of Major Oilcompany Corporation. They had bought it. Paid for…
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