Chortling Churchmen

BY LITANY BIRD
Dear Family and Friends, It was cause for great sadness this week to watch a delegation of church leaders being filmed by state television at the start of a much publicised meeting with President Mugabe. They sat in a gleaming white tent, at tables covered with spotless white cl


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