Today Is a Good Day, Apparently
My phone started ringing like hell on Wednesday evening. Friends, readers, as well as people I haven’t spoken to in months. “Could it be that Wicknell is dead.” “Is it true?” “You’re in Marondera. What’s happening?” “Can you confirm?” The funny part was that I was probably as uninformed as they were. Maybe more. The helicopter had gone down somewhere around Marondera. Six people were … Continue reading Today Is a Good Day, Apparently