It was late November and Zambia was still waiting for the rains. The air was hot, the earth a dried husk, the delicate, feathered heads of papyrus motionless under a dazzling blue sky. I’d just come ...

It was late November and Zambia was still waiting for the rains. The air was hot, the earth a dried husk, the delicate, feathered heads of papyrus motionless under a dazzling blue sky. I’d just come ...