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/ 3 June 2008

Cousin Kembo’s return to Zim

It is 4am on May 20 and I hear exuberant knocking on my door. My landlord does not like loud knocking. It is also winter in Harare and I’m not amused at the prospect of leaving the warmth of my blankets at such a nowhere hour. But who would knock so early in the morning?