Two men wearing khaki uniforms briskly walked through the tall grass and bushes towards the sound of wailing. A startled nightjar looked up as the torch lighted the path where it sat. It gracefully rose and silently flew out into the darkness enveloping the village. There were sounds of dry leaves and grass bursting and crackling along the path as small night active dwellers of the Savannah run away from the light. The sound of wailing got louder and was followed by what sounded like a rap of lamentation...