Locals would speak sorrowfully about the state of affairs, often while nursing their sole plate of sadza (maize porridge) for the day.

Three or four strange-looking things now came close to our boat, which I understood were called ‘catamarans’, consisting of nothing more than two or three large trees, the trunk part only strongly lashed together, upon which sat two men nearly in a state of nature […] .

Jones was caught in a pickle between second and third.

He caught her as she went past and pulled her around. She threw up her hands and closed her good eye. Aiee, she cried. Aiee.