Curious Sapio

The week days are the same old, Sunday to Saturday. In Harare, we are having longer days and shorter nights but, they still add up to 24 hours. I mean, it is the same old routine - an eight to five job during the week and two short weekend days to relax, waiting for the next cycle. Being Sagittarius, I am not only bored but deeply agitated. I drove past the golf club at exactly 0743 a week ago and I could see a few guys playing golf already, on a Monday and I was going to work. It dawned on me without much thought that life, inasmuch as it is unfair, is hard. I have worked as an assistant to a man in his sixties who, in confidence, revealed it to me that he had been doing that very same job for over 29 years. He had gone through a routine for that long and the good stories he used to tell never happened in the office. He had fond memories of what he experienced when he travelled or did anything random. It is my birth month so I think it is my own fears that are making me quest...

"I love you dad", where the words that stuck in his morbid mind as he tried to escape the raucous noise in the truck they were packed in. His seventeen years old, beautiful daughter had shared these words early in the morning when he did the school run.  Noma, his full-time housewife, had also said a protective prayer over him as he left for work. They had managed to have one child, and no one knows if it was by choice or by fate. Noma and his daughter were his world - at least he could revel in the memories of the moments they had shared right in the heat of the summer noon, made worse by the thick metal helmet he was wearing. Born of humble parentage in the rural parts of Chikomba, Anachan was not exposed to much and the ideal life he aspired to have was the one the local constables were leading. Friday nights were the highlights - opaque beer, pipes and turns on the few local hookers at the Rural District Council bar. In this remote setting, they were untouchable too. ...