No products in the cart.
By Nhamo Muchagumisa When it came to the 100-metre dash, Flex's feet outpaced his mind. His mental faculties only resumed their functionalities when his chest hit the rope at the conclusion of the race. On that celebrated day at Sakubva Stadium, it was a different story. The moment he had heard the explosion of the starter's gun, he had found himself making giant strides toward the winning point, the rhythmic pound of his feet reverberating in his brain like a machine gun spitting fire. Suddenly, Viola appeared right in front of him, sprinting like a speed demon towards the rope.