It may surprise you that we village girls don a pair of gumboots in a semi-urban club and dress shabbily. On that Saturday afternoon, the 'sponsor' will call you: "Nitanunua kanyama my dari (I want to buy you some meat, my darling)." You'll sneak out of the compound and head to a deserted corner where the 'sponsor' will have parked his pick-up. In the new town, you'll find yourselves the best place with the best music. And that dear people is how we villagers find our way in those entertainment joints sometimes in gumboots and smelling of cow dung.

Source: Standard Digital June 12, 2017 05:15 UTC