Wild Grapes

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Chapter 8: Nhetsu Reveals the Village Secret   The journey up the small, boulder and brush dotted small hill was slow. It was sizzingly hot and the path thorny. But I lovingly endured it anyway. The wild grapes I ate along the path up made the journey more sweeter. On reaching the top, I sat on huge jagged and moss painted rock and absorbed the rural landscape. There, among other things, I could see the winding tortuous path that led to the old man’s homestead. Nhetsu. From where I sat, I could see him seated lonely underneath the shade of his thatched hut on a stool…

Zviroto Gets A Job

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The letter from Uncle Tobias came exactly a month after he had returned to Umtali from the village, taking the new red Volkswagen back with him. Zviroto was just closing the cattle kraal, using horizontal wooden poles when little Ruru rushed with the good news, a radiant smile defining her face. It had been a busy day indeed. It had rained all day and all his clothes were drenched to the skin. Because of the rains, the cattle had also given big problems. Especially Charubeki. If it was not for the fatigue and hunger pangs, he would give it a thorough beating in the kraal right now… ………….. A while later whilst seated on the dung painted kitchen bench, he never stopped to think what he will achieve as a Fort Victoria City Council cleaner.