Making sense of Vongi
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She arrived on a Sunday, dressed up for church but not intending to go to any church. She just wanted to see her aunt, to show her that she was grown up, able to penetrate Harare on her own.
“But tell me, how did you make it? The last time I talked to brother he said no one knew where you were. Everyone kept their ears open for the day someone would announce the marriage ceremony, or to hear the worst of news,” Maiguru said.
“I was out and about, doing this and that,” she said.
I leaned closer to hear this.
“I knew, secretly, that you were up to some mischief. Now look who shows up at my door, in Harare, hundreds of kilometers away from Mazvihwa! How did you do this?”
Vongi laughed briefly, then she let her lip dangle to let a smile linger a little longer. Read more
