"Ceasefire, probably an election in a a few weeks, it's all over, really." "Mr Samson Pambazuka would like to thank..." "Did you know Joyful had a new job?" "Sisal was the oil of its day." "Is that the really hairy string?" "I like you, I sleep with you, but I despair of you." "DAVID:" "Jane, everyone's pulling out!" "Not again!" "Here in Karibu, the war is over." "The people rejoice." "I hope all the journalists who came to see a war will stay to watch us rebuild this country, with, God willing, Mr Samson Pambazuka, respected former leader of the Karibu Workers' Revolutionary Army, serving the people as their president." "I hope that answers your question, Mr Bradburn." "Hmm?" "Oh." "Yes, thank you." "And the endorsement which Pambazuka received from Robert Mugabe?" "DAVID:" "Was that an indication that..." "One question only, please." "ABC News, yes?" "Mr Harry, Comrade Pambazuka will see you now." "Oh, thanks, Joyful, this is brilliant." "And I've brought a gift, like you said." "I'm sure the Comrade will be honoured." "Before we go in, I must insist on some ground rules." "Take note." "Do not take notes." "Do not touch him." "Do not smile." "Make sure you are lower than him at all times." "If he stands up, you stand up." "If he sits down, you sit down." "Okay?" "Okay." "Um, and he knows it's live?" "Of course." "That is the only way he knows his words will not be twisted by the lapdogs of decadent Western neo-colonialists." "Exactly." "That means you." "Oh, yeah." "And those revelations led to former President Kubwasana fleeing the country by air this morning." "There are now two frontrunners to form a new government." "Saada Simba, the self-styled Lion Queen of Karibu, she's celebrating her return to the capital with a rally here today." "But first to declare was Samson... (JANE SIGHING)" "He's forgotten the name." "The leader of the rebel forces whom Kubwasana so clearly failed to crush." "NEWSREADER:" "That rebel leader has used child militias, and question marks hang over his human rights record." "Indeed, but he is tremendously popular." "People are firing in the streets with handguns and heavier weapons." "The streets are lined with placards with his name on them." "Samson Pambazuka?" "Samson Pambazuka, indeed." "Peter." "NEWSREADER:" "David Bradburn." "Thank you." "Great stuff, David." "London said no one even noticed." "For God's sake, Jane, what's wrong with him today?" "He's not usually like this." "He's been getting vaguer and vaguer." "This morning he called me Pauline." "Yeah, well, he's very old." "No, no, Alex, you don't understand." "Pauline is his wife's name." "Run, Jane." "Run like the wind." "Ah, Mr Pambazuka." "Thank you so much for agreeing to see me." "Lower." "(CHUCKLING) Oh, yes." "Now, we're on in three minutes, so... (HARRY EXCLAIMING)" "Well, David," "I must say it's a real treat to watch the master at work." "The man who laughed in the face of fear and sneezed in the face of Gaddafi." "Oh, thank you." "Thank you." "Uh..." "Clive Haslam, EU-Karibu Election Commission." "Ah, one of the fussers from Brussels." "I was talking to a colleague of yours at the press conference this morning." "That was me." "We met there." "You invited me up here to watch." "Of course I did." "Of course I did." "Lovely to meet you, Colin." "Oh, and would you mind chasing up my laundry, dear?" "There's a love." "And can you make sure they use a bit less bleach on the undies." "It's all starting to look a bit red-raw down there." "(CHUCKLES) If you do not mind, Mr Bradburn," "I will pass your request on to one of the staff members here since I do not work in this hotel any more." "Don't you?" "Since when?" "Since my leaving party on Saturday." "Oh, really?" "I didn't know that." "Yes, you did." "You gave me a leaving present." "I did?" "GRACE:" "Yes." "Yes, I will carry it with me always." "Oh, well." "So you should." "I don't sign them for everyone, you know." "(DAVID LAUGHING)" "Well, cheers." "SAMSON:" "Everyone will prosper." "The oil lying under our land will bring our country freedom." "You promise a new age of prosperity for this nation." "Is that how you propose to achieve it?" "Of course." "With this $600 satellite phone," "I have already made 600 million dollars of oil deals." "It's a bargain." "We have left excellent positive feedback for the vendor." "So, Mr Pambazuka, you're already selling concessions in Karibu's fledgling oil industry to the highest bidder?" "(CHUCKLING) Forgive me, but you're not the president yet." "Surely your people would rather you had a democratic mandate before selling off this country's resources?" "I mean, you're acting like you've already won the election." "No comment on that" "Mr Pambazuka?" "Mr Pambazuka has had to go because he is late for his charity work at the orphanage." "Samson Pambazuka, thank you very much." "Back to James in the studio." "Yes, that's it." "Thank you so much." "Thank you, Mr Harry." "I think you should go now." "Oh, okay." "Thank you, Mr Pambazuka." "That was great for me." "HARRY:" "That was brilliant." "I actually got him to admit to being corrupt before he's even been elected, live on the World Service." "That's going to be heard by half of Africa." "Yes." "Get in!" "Harry!" "Let me be honest with you." "I told Comrade Pambazuka you were just a big, old chump who would take everything he was told at face value." "However, you have chosen this moment to develop some actual talent for the job you have been failing to do in all the time I have known you." "Oh, wait till Jane hears this." "It's a scoop." "I'm sorry I cannot drive you back to the hotel." "Our previous service level agreement has expired, but I have ordered you a taxi." "Please accept this gift as a token of Comrade Pambazuka's thanks." "SAMSON:" "Joyful?" "Goodbye, Mr Chambers." "Goodbye." "SAMSON: (SHOUTING) Joyful!" "I was lucky Mr Bradburn did not give me a signed copy of his novel." "I have seen what happens to women who receive that gift." "But what's the matter with him?" "He is usually very sharp." "You wouldn't believe he was the man who got Nelson Mandela to admit he didn't actually like the Spice Girls." "We should leave for the rally, Mr Haslam." "With the traffic, it might take an hour to get to the stadium." "Right." "We all know what the early bird catches, don't we?" "HIV." "No, the worm." "Here, it's usually HIV." "(KNOCKING AT DOOR)" "Clive, hello there." "Hard at work as usual." "Samantha." "Hello, Faith." "Grace." "Of course you are." "Shouldn't you be at the front desk?" "Rooms to book, bribes to take?" "I work for the Election Commission." "I do not take bribes." "Of course she doesn't, Sam." "At least I hope she doesn't." "I've put her in charge of the anti-corruption programme." "She's whiter than white..." "How's your first week been, Clivey?" "Well, where to start?" "I mean, bringing democracy to an entire country." "That's pretty tricky." "Mr Haslam has made excellent progress." "Basically it's conflict resolution." "I did some when I worked for the consulate in Spain, but this is my first chance to practise it for real." "Oh, I love your Spanish." "Gracias, señorita." "Is there much conflict in Spain to resolve?" "Only during England away matches." "Then it's like Guernica." "We have to go." "The car is waiting out the front, Mr Haslam." "Oh, are you going to the Saada rally, too?" "See you there." "Roar, Saada, roar." "(GROWLS)" "(GROWLING)" "(BOTH LAUGHING)" "No, no, no." "It's back..." "It's back that way." "I'm not a tourist." "I live here!" "(INDISTINOT CONVERSATION)" "So, tell me your feelings about Saada Simba." "I am very happy." "She's very smart and very pretty, too." "Time Magazine says she is the 17th most powerful, pretty woman in the world." "So you'll both be voting for her then?" "Oh, no." "A lady for President?" "That is not right." "Not even Vice President." "Really?" "I wouldn't want my wife to be the" "president of my house or my country." "That is true." "BOTH: (CHANTING) Saada." "Saada." "Saada." "Saada." "Saada." "Harry, look, if you want to get a contract from the BBC, you've got to do something a bit special." "The word on the street is," "Samson Pambazuka is only going to do one interview." "Now, if you nailed that, I could get you five minutes on Newsnight." "I did, Alex." "I've just done it." "His press secretary used to be my fixer." "You did the interview?" "Why didn't you tell me, Harry?" "That's, uh..." "Well, that's just careless." "I left eight messages on your phone, Alex." "On the one occasion you did pick up, all I could hear was you talking about Billie Piper's bottom." "I don't even know who Billie Piper is, but you're obviously more interested in his arse than my exclusive." "Okay, Harry." "That's nice." "I like that." "Good initiative." "I'll book the lines, send it over by satellite, we'll have it on the Ten tonight." "No, I can't." "It's already gone out, live." "What do you mean, it's gone out live?" "It wasn't for you, I did it for..." "You gave it to Sky?" "Harry, what are you doing?" "You're working for the Australian?" "ALEX:" "Okay, fine." "In Karibu, as of now, I have no stringer." "It's not that." "It's just I did it for... (EXCLAIMING)" "I did it for the World Service." "Oh, for God's sake!" "DAVID:" "Where's she gone again?" "To the market to pick up some presents for her nieces." "Oh, yes." "Yes, of course." "The way my brain is at the moment, anything that goes in just leaks out again." "It's like pissing in a fez." "I'm always like this when I haven't seen enough front-line action." "Well, there's been enough of that, mate, even for you." "I won't forget that tank in a hurry." "No, I mean the other kind of action at the other kind of front line." "Are you talking about sex?" "I'm talking about the absence of sex." "When the forward gun falls silent." "When there isn't any friendly fire." "When I can't get myself embedded with a coalition of the willing." "The truth is, if I don't regularly empty the magazine, so to speak," "I get terribly, terribly distracted." "I just can't think of anything else." "(SIGHING) Right now, even," "I'm thinking about a former colleague of mine in London with thighs like a white mare and a mouth like a docker's parrot." "Right now?" "Yeah." "Hmm, God, she was good." "That pool table in the BBC Club had to be completely refelted." "Tell you what you want to do, David." "Get your phone out, go through your address book, pick a name and make yourself a booty call." "A booty call?" "Yeah." "Phone someone up and tell them to get their ass over to you for some red-hot loving." "That's a booty call?" "It's like Interflora, but for intercourse." "In my day, we called that booking a prossie." "No, mate." "Look, a booty call is to someone you know, might even be an ex." "No money involved." "Although it's a nice touch to offer to pay for the flights." "I might just do that." "Not now." "Sorry, team." "Well, Alex, at least he's got himself on air." "You can't blame him for that." "But Sky?" "Why would he do this?" "He's nothing to me now, Jane." "Nothing." "He's sold a story to a rival broadcaster, Alex." "He hasn't whacked your brother." "BBC's family, Jane." "You don't do this to family." "Have you been watching Sopranos DVDs at work again, Alex?" "Yeah, well, he's dead to me." "Come on, Jane." "We'll be late for the, er..." "The rally?" "Yeah, the rally." "(SIGHING) Aren't they sweet?" "So, why will you be voting for Saada Simba?" "I won't be voting for her." "I'll be voting for Samson Pambazuka." "But this is a rally for Saada Simba." "Of course it is." "But I just want to get a few details about her supporters." "Their names, addresses and tribal groupings for when Mr Pambazuka becomes the President." "Really?" "Are you sure that's ethical?" "There is a manifesto commitment to a Data Protection Act." "So we have to collect data to protect." "Don't worry." "We won't show it to anyone." "And we definitely won't use it for any ethical cleansing." "Right." "Well, I'm sure..." "SAMANTHA:" "Hello." "Look boys, it's Short Wave Margaret from the World Service." "Let's give her a short wave." "Oh, hello." "I've brought you some little interviewees." "Sons Without Guns is proudly supporting the Saada candidacy." "Right, boys, into line." "Abdu first." "Get off!" "You'll break it." "Whoa!" "Uh..." "I don't think this is the right..." "Mkombe, where's Jane?" "I need to talk to her." "She's at the rally with the other press." "What self-respecting journalist would miss that?" "The rally?" "Oh God." "Is that today?" "Right, driver." "Karibu National Stadium." "Drive on." "(IN FRUSTRATION) Oh, for the love of..." "DAVID:" "It'll be like he never existed." "When Dermot Murnaghan went to Sky, his picture disappeared from the corridor overnight." "Replaced by Bruce Forsyth, which stuck out a bit in the newsroom." "Right, then, Rory, let's take care of business." "RORY:" "She's got plenty of security anyway." "DAVID:" "Oh, do you blame her?" "She's about to drive through the centre of her hometown in an open-top car." "I'd have thought a bunch of rented thugs with steroid habits would be the very least she'd cough up for." "I'd want air cover." "I'm sure I've seen that one before." "Oh, yes." "Wasn't he in Kabul?" "These private security guys get around almost as much as we do nowadays." "Yeah, yeah, that must be it." "Or he's just one of her previous boyfriends." "(LAUGHING) God, no." "You didn't." "With him?" "He's six feet of suet in a suit." "She did too." "Jane, I hope you use protection." "He is protection." "That's his job." "Yeah." "Well, I guess every woman wants a bit of security in a relationship, eh?" "Well, you've got 20 minutes before the Disney parade starts." "Do you want to ask him to pat you down for old times' sake?" "Tell you what, I'm just going to make a quick call and leave you two to it." "(PEOPLE CHANTING)" "No, I don't want to go south of the river." "Hi." "No, you're going the long way round." "(HORNS BLARING)" "It's all right." "We have five minutes before the convoy goes." "Grace, Grace, I need to borrow your phone." "Grace!" "No, not unless she brought her sister." "Already paying alimony." "Ah." "(PHONE RINGING)" "Hello?" "Jennie." "David?" "Hello, Jennie, how the very devil are you?" "Haven't seen you for absolute donkeys." "What are you up to?" "Doing the washing up." "Busy?" "Well, you know, bits and pieces." "It'd be great to see you." "You too." "When are you next back?" "No idea." "Here's a thought though." "You could come out here." "JENNIE:" "Where are you?" "Karibu." "Africa." "Where the war is?" "Oh, that's all finished now." "Elections in a couple of weeks, all perfectly safe." "I thought you might like to come over." "I can, you know, stay on for a few days." "We could do some things." "I'd happily cover the flights." "Is this a booty call?" "What?" "This call." "Is it a booty call?" "Yes, it is." "Now, look, I've said it to John Humphrys, I'll say it to you." "No." "Now don't call again." "(INDISTINCT CHATTING)" "BBC." "No?" "(PEOPLE CHEERING)" "Okay, all right." "(CHILDREN CHANTING)" "(INDISTINCT CHATTERING)" "Yeah, I thought so." "Cheer for Saada, boys." "Cheer for her." "This is democracy, so you've got to cheer." "(SAMANTHA CHEERING)" "(PEOPLE CHEERING)" "(EXCLAIMING)" "Roar!" "That way!" "That way, that way, that way, that way!" "Oh, look, boys." "There's Clive, isn't he important?" "Wave, boys." "Hello, Clive." "Hi." "Sorry." "Who's that?" "Oh, it's Harry." "Hang on a minute." "This isn't right." "Everybody wave at Harry." "Come on then." "Can we knock off this piece to camera?" "We've got one chance for the money shot." "Right you are, David." "Okay, here she comes." "It's all looking very jolly." "JANE:" "Okay, David, going in three..." "This is democracy on the move in Karibu." "A week ago, these streets were not safe to walk in, now there's a drive-past here by one of the Presidential candidates, and thousands of her supporters are standing proud for Karibu's democratic future." "Great." "Cut it." "Uh, I think we might need to go again." "What?" "Margaret!" "Jane, Jane, there's been a mistake." "It's a shooter!" "No, no, no, it's not a gun." "(SCREAMING) No." "No!" "Stupid boy." "Poor lad." "Happy slapped by a posse of Jane's ex-boyfriends." "Rory, did you get that?" "Yep." "Yep." "Area clear." "Dark Lady One on the move." "Harry Chambers?" "Clive Haslam." "EU-Karibu Election Commission." "Oh, yeah, I saw you at the press conference." "(PANTING) I'm sorry." "I've just been beaten up." "I really need to find my colleague." "Jane Thomason?" "Tall and cross probably?" "(LAUGHING) Surely." "Just wanted to say that, off the record, no, I actually mean on the record," "I think these elections are going to be a real success." "Great." "Although I can tell you a few things about that Samson Pambazuka, he's bent as a warthog's tusk." "I'm just..." "Oh, no, no." "He's on board." "No corruption in this election." "Grace is already distributing the indelible ink." "All the voters have to do is dip their thumb in and that makes sure they can only vote once." "No ballot box stuffing here." "Turnout's no more than 100 percent." "Great." "Uh, Mr Haslam?" "Goody good." "Got to go." "Maybe see you later." "Yeah, bye." "This way, Mr Haslam." "Oh, yeah." "Sorry, Grace." "Such an idiot." "Grace, I need your help." "I need to find Jane." "I have to go too, Harry." "Grace, wait." "What do you want?" "You look nice." "How's your day going?" "Very well." "Clive has told me that if I stick with the election commission, in a year or so I could be working anywhere in the world." "Well, anywhere corrupt." "That's great." "And Clive seems like a nice chap." "He is dopey, forgetful, he's always late and never prepared." "He's never in the right place at the right time, so I know exactly how to deal with him." "Apparently I have acquired transferable skills." "Grace, help me, please." "Okay, all right." "Come on." "The press area is this way." "(SAADA SPEAKING SWAHILI)" "Sorry, the rally has started." "Latecomers cannot be admitted." "(MUSIC PLAYING)" "Well, I thought she was rather impressive actually." "Charismatic." "Commanding." "Looking forward to meeting her." "Me, too." "I'm waiting to hear back about when I can interview her." "Sorry, love." "UK exclusive for the Ten." "Oh, look, there he is, the traitor." "35 years I've been at the BBC, never once considered leaving." "Even when they made me Welsh correspondent." "David, Margaret." "Have you seen Jane?" "I really need to talk to her." "I'm having an awful day." "Look, Harry..." "Come away, Margaret." "But I did..." "God!" "(JANE SIGHING)" "Well, the craic's not bad, eh?" "Cheers." "And there goes another one." "(SIGHING)" "You had any luck getting your freak on, David?" "Still nothing." "Have you tried Jan Leeming?" "Well, Jan's a sweetheart, but she'll marry you as soon as look at you." "Don't want to be husband number six." "She turned you down as well?" "Yeah." "Actually, Jane," "I don't suppose..." "Absolutely not." "No." "Understood." "Listen, Margaret, I've got a bit of an exclusive for you." "Pray do tell." "Clive and I are getting hitched." "She's just asked me." "Well, told me." "I've only been here a week and I've already organised an election and a wife." "Well, congratulations." "Where do I stand to catch the bouquet?" "Oh, Jane." "Us spinsters are a dying breed." "Samantha's getting married." "Oh, well done." "So I'll be leaving the charity and going back with Clive." "Oh, no." "What will Daughters Without Ponies do without you?" "You see, Jane?" "It's only me and you not doing it now." "Samantha, you are so lucky to have found someone to blow your cobwebs away." "For me and Jane, it's like Miss Havisham's attic down there." "It's not." "Mine's not." "Oh, poor Jane." "To Saada." "SAMANTHA:" "Maybe you'll meet someone at my wedding." "Oh, well, much as I'd like to stand here and share your simple joy," "I've just seen David give Saada Simba a copy of his novel." "So, toodle pip." "Janey." "No." "Bad Stringer." "Go to your room." "Fine." "Well, thanks very much." "And thank you, Saada, that was marvellous." "You speak English so well." "Next time you're in London, I'm taking you to the Lion King." "Well, thank you, Mr Bradburn." "No, no." "David." "Come and have a drink." "So you're hooking up with the big fella tonight?" "I'd ask you whether you'll be necking, only he hasn't got one." "Very good." "Very good." "But no, absolutely no chance." "Don't let me stop you." "Free country." "Since yesterday anyway." "The truth is, Rory, that my muscled man-friend there has recently squeezed out of the closet." "Yep, I've turned another one." "You're joking me." "Jambo, homo." "He actually sought me out to tell me, he sounded very proud." "Just in case I was hoping to rekindle our affair." "And were you?" "God, no." "I'm strictly serial." "One in, one out." "Okay." "Anyway, it was all very unsatisfactory with all those steroids." "Like someone had smuggled a cashew in." "Jane, love, I'll see you back at the hotel." "Think I might be in luck." "The lion might not sleep tonight." "(ROARING) If you know what I mean." "Doesn't your wife mind all this, David?" "Oh, no." "Pauline's fine." "We have an open marriage." "Well, open at one end, like a tube of Smarties." "What she doesn't know, can't hurt her." "Well, unless it's chlamydia." "Excuse me, please." "Excuse me everybody." "Excuse me." "(SHUSHING)" "I'd just like to say that I've had a really, really, really bad day." "I've just been beaten up by some Muscle Marys from North Carolina for waving a giraffe." "(LAUGHING)" "And I've had my phone stolen as part of a surge on cyclist-on-cyclist crime and I've been sent by my colleagues" "to the African equivalent of Coventry." "Nairobi." "Nairobi." "Yes, Grace." "All for doing my job." "(CRYING) And I'm afraid it's all got a bit much." "Well, Harry, that's what happens if you suddenly decide to work for the enemy." "I wasn't working for the enemy." "I was working for the BBC." "Yeah, but Alex said..." "Alex got it wrong." "I was doing a live report for the World Service." "Oh, that's fine then." "Oh, well, the World Service..." "No worries about that, mate." "What?" "The World Service?" "I do that." "That's my job." "I'm sorry, Margaret." "It's just they said that everything you'd filed was full of animal noises and facts about string." "You bastard!" "(SCREAMS)" "(MARGARET SCREAMING)" "MARGARET:" "Bastard!" "Bastard!" "(HARRY SCREAMING)" "MARGARET:" "You big bastard!" "(INDISTINOT CONVERSATION)" "Grace." "Grace." "Oh, hello again." "Feeling a bit more chipper this morning?" "No, obviously not." "Bad luck." "I'm always the same after a colossal embarrassing binge." "Sangria's the worst." "Really?" "Well, we'll be putting a stop to that." "Grace, can we please go somewhere to talk?" "Oh, dear." "Come on, darling." "I don't think I'm up to resolving this conflict." "But don't be long, Grace." "Got to drop Sam off for her nine o'clock tennis." "See you later, lovebirds." "Please can we..." "Okay, all right." "I'll do it here." "I've come to say goodbye, Grace." "I'm gonna go back to Croydon." "You're right." "I'm a hopeless foreign correspondent and I'm a hopeless boyfriend." "And it's just better for both of us if I go back to doorstepping old ladies about dog poo." "(HUSHING)" "Please." "Don't try and talk me out of it." "You're not gonna change my mind on this." "You weren't gonna try and talk me out of it, were you?" "No, Harry." "If you've made a decision and you can stick to it and see it through to the end, well, that will be a first, obviously." "So, okay, goodbye." "Thank you." "I'm sorry, Grace." "Ah, there you are, Harry." "That's it for us, pastures new." "Well, deserts new." "So congratulations on the job." "You're on the BBC treadmill too now, eh?" "What?" "I'll give you a tip for free, Harry lad." "Do what I do." "Always get the producer to do all the boring bits, that's their job." "Ad you know what they say, treat them mean..." "And?" "No, that's it." "Oh, and remember," "always wear a johnny." "Always wear a johnny." "All right, mate." "Heard about the contract." "Great news." "You'll do fine." "And remember, that side of your face for your serious stories, that side for your "And finallys"." "You believe me on this..." "Thanks, mate." "And you'll believe anything." "Come on, Jane." "JANE:" "Coming." "What is the actual..." "Right." "That's us, Harry." "Well, good luck with everything." "You'll be fine." "And don't be like David." "All the best journalists get their hands dirty." "Not everyone can have a producer that saves you from looking like a tit on a daily basis." "Thanks, Jane." "Oh, I've got something for you." "What's that?" "Just some receipts." "It actually comes to quite a lot." "Thank you so very much." "Jane, but what actually is the job?" "Judas." "(CHEERING)" "Congratulations on your new job, Mr Harry." "I can't stop." "I'm delivering some ballot boxes for the election commission." "I'm a returning officer, eh?" "Call me." "Uh, Joyful..." "Don't worry, it washes off." "(MOBILE PHONE RINGING)" "Hello." "Hi." "Alex here." "World News desk." "Congratulations." "I've been authorised to tell you that we're offering you a year's BBC staff contract." "Okay." "I thought you'd be more surprised." "Anyway, Online'll be in touch soon, I'm sure." "You've got to file for them pretty much non-stop these days." "Robert Peston blogs from the bath." "Just one more thing, Harry." "Don't ever take sides against the BBC again." "No, Alex." "You don't understand..." "Hello?" "Hello?" "So I have a job here helping to change the future of my country." "And you have a job watching me to see whether" "I fail to change the future of my country." "Well, that's what us journalists do, Grace." "We don't get involved, we just observe and comment." "It's the difference between dogging and piking." "We just watch, we don't get stuck in." "But you are involved, Harry." "Well, yeah, I suppose I am." "So maybe we have a year or so?" "It might feel like longer." "GRACE:" "Good." "Miss Margaret!" "Miss Margaret!" "Your hat!" "HARRY:" "After a fortnight of frenetic electioneering, the country welcomed a new dawn today and a new president, too." "President Pambazuka." "But what does the future hold here?" "For Saada, a government job at the UN and an apartment in midtown Manhattan." "For Joyful, a corner office at the Presidential Palace." "And for me and Grace, well, as us foreign correspondents always say, only time will tell." "This is Harry Chambers, BBC Central Africa Correspondent, Karibu." "Get in!" "(ONCE IN A LIFETIME SUNG IN SWAHILI)"