I NEVER imagined that one day I would stand among a line of sex workers by the roadside, not seeking a client, but seeking their stories. In Chirundu, a border town where night conceals more than it reveals, trust doesn’t come easily. At first, the women were reluctant to speak, wary of outsiders. But as I stood with them, their truths emerged, a night economy under siege. They say the streets have become dangerous because junkies pose as clients, only to steal their money and phones, and sometimes even beat them instead of paying for the services booked. Moving on to the streets to see what the night offers, I stepped out as the town had already settled into the...