HARARE – As dawn breaks and the sun paints the horizon crimson and orange, a group of dishevelled men and women trudge up from disused mine shafts in Penhalonga carrying picks and crow-bars. Their muddy limbs and toothy grins are proof that their hard toiling in the dead of the night has been fruitful. “Working…
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