Part 1 - Her ample derriere radiated unseen rays of allure. The luscious jiggle was amplified by her strong-willed stride, which drew attention. . .
Part 2 - Overhead, the midday sun blazed its path across the azure sky. Islanders scattered from its terror into lazy siestas. . .
Part 3 - Mzee Tembo carefully treaded on the pedals and subtly shifted the gears as the car charged up the midriff. . .
Part 4 - Mapacha's insomnia plagued him as tried to conceptualise the violent action ahead. He packed a bag with a change of. . .
Part 5 - This was a different morning. No roosters crowed in the background and there was no warm breeze trading from the. . .
Part 6 - Just after three, they arrived at Nsia's. Banou's treacherous mind encouraged her to keep the loot for herself. As she. . .
Part 1 - Across the shimmering sand, the multiple tracks telegraphed the culmination of numerous voyages by the ocean's decapods. The glassy beautiful. . .
Part 2 - Despite her revulsion from tippling and Nsia's in general, Banou devoted her time to Nsia herself. She enjoyed her moment. . .
Part 3 - As the fragments of light seeped through the curtains, Banou lay on her bed in dread. The tiny room. . .
Part 4 - It was still dark outside, but she could hear the choir of birds as they invited the sun with their. . .
Part 5 - He sat in his beloved Peugeot outside his house as the radio whispered the late-night news. While seated in the. . .
Part 6 - Twenty minutes later, they arrived at the airport. Mapacha was the first one out followed by the taxi driver and. . .
Part 7 - From high up in the air, they could see the magical beaches of Abidjan. The wide sand was swallowed by. . .
Part 8 - For a moment he thought it was all a dream. The incessant knocking did not subside, and it dragged him. . .
Part 9 - The following morning, Mapacha scrubbed his skin till it became raw. He could not get enough of the hot water. . .
Part 10 - The following morning, the team met up again at the cafe they had breakfast in the previous morning. As before. . .
Part 11 - After breakfast, the group headed out to shop in Treichville. It was a radiant morning and the energy of the. . .
Part 12 - Banou's stomach turned as she packed her bags. She had awoken before dawn and prepared for the big day. To. . .
Part 13 - "Enter there," Gwafa pointed to Mzee Tembo, who directed the Renault into the Treichville Station. He parked at the remote. . .
Part 1 - This was the misery of paradise. The stupefying ritual of cloud spotting had inundated the now despairing islanders. . .
Part 2 - Mzee Tembo furiously squeezed the life out of his baby blue 404 and it responded with a hard blitz down the coastal highway. . .
Part 3 - The subsequent week breezed through. Mapacha's errands led him to finally understand the intricacies of the bureaucratic. . .
Part 4 - She gently squeezed the trigger and the revolver barked loudly. Though she had fired numerous rounds, she had not. . .
Part 5 - "Roger! 7 — Tango — Golf — Romeo — Romeo, taxi to 3-1 and hold!" the tinny voice squeaked through the headset. . .
Part 6 - They walked through to customs and two officers uniformed in light brown shirts, beige pants and peaked caps. . .
Part 7 - The courtyard restaurant of the hotel swarmed with patrons that enjoyed their dinner in the pleasant weather outside. . .
Part 8 - Ossi was an affable man, a consummate merchant, and a crafty socialite...
Part 9 - Once across the bridge, Gwafa now a lot more relaxed slowed down but kept a constant watch over the rearview mirror. . .
Part 10 - The next morning started with a good dose of exploration. . .
Part 11 - Mapacha and Gwafa hastily walked away from the car rental shop, milled in with the pedestrians, crossed the. . .
Part 12 - Tangier. Wild. Unrepentant. Rebellious. Graceful. The desired 'Bride of the North'. . .
Part 13 - Gwafa paid him and watched as he run off, presumably back to the cafe. . .
Part 14 - "Allahu Akbar! Allahu Akbar!" The distant melodious cry jolted Mapacha up from his dreamless sleep. . .
Part 15 - The burly Kobus had heft like his Dutch ancestors who had emigrated to South Africa by way of the United Kingdom. . .
Part 16 - He was a tall debonair man who maintained a robust set of thick dark hair with hints of grey, that he slicked to the. . .
Part 17 - It was a quiet ride to the airport except for the wild voice broadcast by the radio. . .
Part 18 - Mapacha tried to nudge Abril over, to get her to answer the telephone. . .
Part 19 - Gwafa hauled the heavy suitcase as they rushed down the street. . .
Part 20 - Gwafa rushed back to the taxi while Fahd talked with Hamid. . .
Part 21 - Gwafa heard a knock on his door. . .
Part 22 - The old man cautiously straightened his brown djellaba as he sat on the edge of the well and watched his son draw water. . .
Part 23 - Adhan. His mind had grown accustomed to it. The bed without Una was a real struggle. . .
Part 24 - The drums of war gonged loudly in Mzee Tembo's head, as the Citroën's two-litre engine loudly whined over the tarmac of Casablanca. . .
Part 25 - "The money or your life," came the Arabic twang masked in a thick lispy voice. . .
Part 26 - It was a clockwork morning. Gwafa and Mapacha had the Citroën on the road before Adhan. . .