Midnight The house should be silent. Everyone knows that even the magic of fairy godmother’s wears off at midnight. Yet in Harare, Zimbabwe, on a what would be quiet street, I am awake. Stirred from my dreams by the beep of the alarm keypad re-activating and the gurgling and coughing of water as it pushesContinue reading “A Zimbabwean Vignette”
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