The one in my hand was an illegal alien though, but he did not know that. So I politely enquired about the possibility of me acquiring a prospecting permit, lifting the captivating Garnet again. He must have seen the joyous flash at hearing sound at the Phiri homestead cross my face. After giving the traditional two high and one low Dog whistle, of course. It is always good to leave peace and silence behind one.
Rock beats sickle.
Mr Phiri, the chief anti smuggler officer of local Africa was now firmly on my trail. I only had to get on the spoor of the Zambians, and in front of them. He would catch up, eventually. All part of the greater order of things, according to me. That however, was not to be.