The Limpopo Crossing -Hey! Makwerekwere! The dry scrub of the Limpopo riverbed smelled of diesel fumes and stagnant mud. Panashe flattened his chest against the thorn-strewn red dirt, shielding his younger sister, Ruvimbo. Two miles behind them lay Musina, where … Continued
The Luton Certificate- The COS Connection Tendai rubbed his bloodshot eyes in the cold driver’s seat of his beaten Vauxhall Astra. It was 3:00 AM outside a residential care home near Luton. He had just finished a brutal fourteen-hour double … Continued
The Matobo Price The midnight air bit sharply against Mthokozisi’s tailored Italian suit as his 4×4 crawled past the granite kopjes of Matobo, just south of Bulawayo. In forty-eight hours, party delegates would cast their ballots for the parliamentary seat. … Continued
The Copacabana Switch- Crime doesn’t pay or Does it? Farai clenched his leather sling bag against his chest as the afternoon heat radiated off the tarmac near Copacabana bus rank. To passing commuters fighting for commuter omnibuses (kombis) to Chitungwiza, … Continued