implosion

We saw the wedding procession as we turned up our road. A stream of ribbon-bedecked BMWs, Pajeros, bakkies with guests crammed into the backs. Pink and white balloons floated on the bonnets. Through a passenger window, I caught a glimpse of the groom and his attendants, smiling in black suits. DJ and dance music boomed through our suburb all afternoon, shattering a quiet Saturday. Zimbabwe implodes?