It was an occasion: a meeting of Old Trucks Babanango, those scared of nothing, not cold wind, hard bed, spitting snake nor evil eye, those of The Realm of Real Men. As tradition demanded, the venue was Stan's Bar at the Babanango Hotel, that haven on the road between Nqutu and Ndundulu in distant Zululand. It was dark outside and cold, and mist wafted among the great gums in the yard. Bros was there and Kaz and Stinkie Lemmers, Mr Gemoer and Garner, The Haggis, Koos the Dutchman, The Woman Who Caused All The Trouble, and Thomas the Hun and some others. They were drinking Doctor Bhepimbuzi's Vusinduku, a local distillation. It was mixed with mango juice and gin. “Good stuff,” said Bros. They were talking about lions.
“Lions...” said…
