Bleeding Streets Part 1

  It was 11pm and the usually noisy city, the usually awake city is quiet. The dank alleys where the thugs wait for their walking ATM’s are quiet. The noisy ten-seater shebeens are quiet. The matatu’s plying for their last customers were absent. The prostitutes on the street corners who whistle at anyone were missing. […]

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