Enoch A. Monkwe


It was six o'clock on Friday- a cool summer Friday morning. A tall and thin young man entered the kitchen in which he had had breakfast for twenty-one years. It was familiar. The room was small, the size of a store-room. A paraffin stove and a twenty litre gallon of water were the only outstanding features.



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