Lusaka, October 2009. Shining skin, rubbed with glycerin. Men in poly-something suits, protruding bellies against the tailored inseams; women with shoulders like party balloons in bright chitenge puffed sleeves. If you were important enough to attend this meeting, you’d better show it with your girth. A thin man was a poor man in Zambia. Issa … Continue reading Plot A
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