Mughamarat f'almaghrib

Part 1 - This was the misery of paradise. The stupefying ritual of cloud spotting had inundated the now despairing islanders. . .

Part 2 - Mzee Tembo furiously squeezed the life out of his baby blue 404 and it responded with a hard blitz down the coastal highway. . .

Part 3 - The subsequent week breezed through. Mapacha's errands led him to finally understand the intricacies of the bureaucratic. . .

Part 4 - She gently squeezed the trigger and the revolver barked loudly. Though she had fired numerous rounds, she had not. . .

Part 5 - "Roger! 7 — Tango — Golf — Romeo — Romeo, taxi to 3-1 and hold!" the tinny voice squeaked through the headset. . .

Part 6 - They walked through to customs and two officers uniformed in light brown shirts, beige pants and peaked caps. . . 

Part 7 - The courtyard restaurant of the hotel swarmed with patrons that enjoyed their dinner in the pleasant weather outside. . .

Part 8 - Ossi was an affable man, a consummate merchant, and a crafty socialite...

Part 9 - Once across the bridge, Gwafa now a lot more relaxed slowed down but kept a constant watch over the rearview mirror. . .

Part 10 - The next morning started with a good dose of exploration. . .

Part 11 - Mapacha and Gwafa hastily walked away from the car rental shop, milled in with the pedestrians, crossed the. . .

Part 12 - Tangier. Wild. Unrepentant. Rebellious. Graceful. The desired 'Bride of the North'. . .

Part 13 - Gwafa paid him and watched as he run off, presumably back to the cafe. . .

Part 14 - "Allahu Akbar! Allahu Akbar!" The distant melodious cry jolted Mapacha up from his dreamless sleep. . .

Part 15 - The burly Kobus had heft like his Dutch ancestors who had emigrated to South Africa by way of the United Kingdom. . .

Part 16 - He was a tall debonair man who maintained a robust set of thick dark hair with hints of grey, that he slicked to the. . .

Part 17 - It was a quiet ride to the airport except for the wild voice broadcast by the radio. . .

Part 18 - Mapacha tried to nudge Abril over, to get her to answer the telephone. . .

Part 19 - Gwafa hauled the heavy suitcase as they rushed down the street. . .

Part 20 - Gwafa rushed back to the taxi while Fahd talked with Hamid. . .

Part 21 - Gwafa heard a knock on his door. . .

Part 22 - The old man cautiously straightened his brown djellaba as he sat on the edge of the well and watched his son draw water. . .

Part 23 - Adhan. His mind had grown accustomed to it. The bed without Una was a real struggle. . .

Part 24 - The drums of war gonged loudly in Mzee Tembo's head, as the Citroën's two-litre engine loudly whined over the tarmac of Casablanca. . .

Part 25 - "The money or your life," came the Arabic twang masked in a thick lispy voice. . .

Part 26 - It was a clockwork morning. Gwafa and Mapacha had the Citroën on the road before Adhan. . .