CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOUR
Mosi-oa-tunya. The indigenous name of the imposing cascade that resided at the culmination of the Zambezi river on the border of Zambia and Zimbabwe. The less-melanated tourists that traveled to the region from every corner of the world tended to favor its Anglo designation of Victoria Falls, the devil’s pool.
Mav was behind the wheel of his Wrangler heading southwest on the Zimbabwean A8 motorway. Onnie, Bishara and Malaika were all asleep in the backseat. They were en route to the suburb of Famona, approximately six to seven kilometers outside of the country’s second largest city in Bulawayo. Mav smirked once he learned the true meaning behind the suburb’s name. The jealous or the envious must end—or die to be more specific.
Since picking up Onnie and the girls fr
