I sit tight. Another letter for Shingi arrive from MaiShingi. She bawl that the government have send bulldozers to demolish people's houses and they new four-room house have been demolished in second wave of Operation Murambatsvina. Now many people become homeless, Zimbabwe is no more she cry. Me I don't have no sympathy for Zimbabwean people about this because they have spend lot of time throwing they tails all over and trying to vote for opposition party. Now look where this have landed them. The winds is howling through house of stones, tall trees is swaying and people's lives beginning to fall apart, everything start to fall apart now and they think that me I can solve all they problems? Me I sleep over things so I can think clear. I wake up and text message arrive from them London relatives asking why I don't call like I promise two weeks ago. Evening. My chest is full of wriggling things now and get tight like my suitcase. I go to kitchen to eat. I cut bread. It refuse to go down throat.
