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In the hot tranquillity of Sunday afternoons in Lusaka, beyond the shrill whistle of the cicadas and the drone of radio sports commentaries, we could hear the muffled thudding of tribal drums.
The…
During my first few years as the lone Prog M. P., I found myself confronted by a series of vicious laws designed to undermine civil rights and to intensify discrimination…