The day I was mistaken for Robert Mugabe

My first instinct was to reverse rapidly out of the courtyard and melt away into the busy streets. But when was I going to get another shot at these guys?

The day I was mistaken for Robert Mugabe

My first instinct was to reverse rapidly out of the courtyard and melt away into the busy streets. But when was I going to get another shot at these guys?

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