Nono had taken her shoe to the cobbler. She needed it for a youth service the next Sunday, this particular pump made her stand out in her choir uniform. I will get my friend to plait me mukule on Saturday so that it’s neat at the youth service. As she strolled along the market, waiting for the shoe repair man to finish mending her shoes, she heard shouts of kawalala! Curiosity kicked in, she quickly rushed to the scene which was just a few minutes walk from where she was. Someone lay on the ground with blood on his shirt, trying to cover his head, people had planks and stones, anything they could get hold of. Within minutes, a siren...