Ruth

I shook my head . . . not wanting . . . not able to open my mouth because if I did, I was afraid I would scream. These were Ruths words when she was invited to party on reaching the Rhodesian-South African Border in an armed convoy in wartime, prior to Zimbabwean independence in 1980.Before Ruth left her homeland, an African witch doctora woman dressed all in whitethrew the bones for her. The witc...