What Zim men do for love

On our way to the airport, the driver suddenly applied the brakes. I wondered why, but not for long. Soon we passed by the traffic police with their speed guns.

“Why are they up so early?” I asked the driver. It was about 5.30am local time but it was bright already.
“Because soon there will be traffic and no one would be speeding,” he told me.

A fine is $20.

Uncle Bob’s koti. Making hay before the sun shines.

Goodbye, Harare.

And I love what your men do for love.

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