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1
SHAKE HANDS WITH THE DEVIL
Treading quickly on the halo of my noon shadow, I skirted
the edge of the pool. I glanced at my watch. It was midday on
11 April 2002. I was exactly on time. At a table in the luxury hotel
in Johannesburg two white men sat waiting. One, muscular with
a ponytail, hid behind a pair of black sunglasses; the other, older
and with a neat side-parting, stroked the end of his moustache,
scrutinising the terrace and my arrival. I threw out my palm in
a premature greeting, and they rose in unison to return it with a
gruff ‘Howzit?’
I’d met the ponytail in Sierra Leone the year before. A 37-yearold
South African former paratrooper and one-time mercenary,
Cobus Claassens had fought in the troubled West African state
during the mid-nineties with a military company called Executive
Outcomes, a private South African-run army which had been hired
by the Sierra Leonean president to defeat rebels who threatened to
overrun the capital, Freetown.
With the highly trained soldiers of EO on the ground, the
rebels were quickly and comprehensively destroyed. Cobus stayed
on after his contract wound up, carving out a living from the
freelance security contracts that hovered like flies around the
carcass of the country’s diamond industry.