5
Harare International Airport was a gleaming white elephant. The new terminal was all chrome and glass and white walls, but the place was empty. There was only one aircraft parked on the tarmac: the one Jed had arrived on. The other air bridges were all empty. A dozen customs men leaned against a wall watching the forty-odd passengers pass through immigration and collect their bags from the carousel. Jed did the math and thought it pretty likely he would be stopped and searched.
‘Over here, please,’ a customs man said as Jed approached.
He laid his suit bag and pack on the burnished aluminium tabletop and said nothing as the man and a female colleague emptied his possessions.
‘These look like military trousers,’ the man said.
‘Really?’
‘Are you a soldier?’
‘Yes, I’m a soldier. I
