Zimbabwe

  He was just a boy but he was accepting a man’s job. As soon as the light was better he would take us to the buffalo that had been raiding the tiny patch of corn his family grew on this desiccated and crusted ground. As we waited for the sun, I noticed that he carried an ax made from a truck spring and a mopane tree root. “For the lions,” was the answer when I asked why. I thought … Continue reading