CHAPTER NINETEEN
The Eagle-liner greyhound bus pulled into the depot at Albertina Sisulu street. It was morning. Nearly nineteen hours. From the city of Harare in neighboring Zimbabwe to the heart of downtown Johannesburg. Not what most would consider to be an elegant mode of transport. However, if one were interested in seeing the pinnacle of the creator’s grand design—both nature and animal—then this route was essential for any legitimate bucket list.
“Welcome to Johannesburg. If you are not getting off here, please remain in your seats. This bus will not be waiting for you when you return.” The driver stated.
About half the passengers stood up and began gathering their things. Among them was Obriel Kellington. A man in his mid-to-late fifties, not that he ever gave much thought to ho
