Petite and with a droopy resignation to gravity, her mahogany body seemed barely able to carry the enormity of her spirit without her ribcage threatening to splinter with each laboured breath Phumla took. Hers was a losing battle against the sweltering November Cape heat, failing as she was to swat the lantern-eyed, nefarious carrion flies […]
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