HARARE – The old photographer, with an incredible little mop of fringe, grey-white hair around his balding, mottled scalp sits solo on a bench in the vast Harare Gardens Park. He has the resigned look of one who knows that at his age life has stopped giving and only takes away. But the rate at…
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