I woke up to banging. Not imagined or dreamt. Thump! They said there‘d be high chance of break-ins, but nothing prepared me for this absolute terror - all happening right underneath our balcony. Then primeval dredging provided sudden uncharacteristic courage which propelled my tingling body from under the mosquito netting, straight towards danger, armed only with adrenalin. Final moments. Old Askari Musa looked up, still crumpled by sleep - that apparently hadn’t been solitary! ‘Mamba!’ he croaked, and held aloft a quivering dead snake, beaten, minutes earlier, against unexpectedly lethal burglar bars.
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