You can see friend, a rooster is none of those things you can consider put in print, particularly if you are one whose reputation you earnestly value. And worse if the rooster is nothing more than a word the wind carries. I shouldn't have dared, but thinking of the day itself, I daresay it was a so-...
They named them seven wonders, didn't they? They did—and it's really a shock to say there is one more, amid the squatters' homes in Epworth. Seven springs in a row that produces more than three hundred tonnes of clean, safe water daily—and never run dry. Right now, as I speak, I'm holding a tumb...
The sun was sitting on the horizon just behind the Harare Kopje bidding its last farewells to the Harare CBD. The only left evidence of its existence was a dim reddish light visible only on walls of top skyscrapers. The streets were busy, so busy that it could take half an hour to cross one. That wa...