The Aborted Ritual

Chasekwa turned to walk in the opposite direction, wondering where he would fit in the entire matrix of the drama, but his fears did not preclude the sense of relief By Nhamo Muchagumisa Chasekwa had waited in seclusion for Moses to hand over the child to her slaughterer. The night was slowly but certainly settling in and he felt his brain matter absorbing every shadow of it.