Some reflections emailed to us from a Kubatana subscriber:

Driving around the back roads of Mashonaland Central. The bush loves the rain and no farmers (black or white). Cloud formations speak of a god. School girls love their green uniforms. Girls; such customised dogs of love and death machines. Gave an aged woman a lift. I wanted hug her but we had no common language

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