“Dawa ya Mende! Ya Panya! Ya Mende! Ya Panya! Cockroach Murderer! Cockroach Killer! Ya Mende! Ya Panya! Ua Mende! Ua Panya!” the man standing outside Muthurwa market screams all day. Unlike his colleagues in the business who have acquire a small public address system and then recorded themselves so they can just stand there as …
Small, innocent, dirty, naked boys, oblivious of civilization, with little care in the world except to live to see tomorrow. Where does one go when there is nowhere to run, when there is no one to run to anymore? Where does one go where prayer does not work, politics are rotten, and capitalism is a …