It was a beautiful day in Uroa, a small town in the northwest of the island of Zanzibar, Clara observed, as she opened the curtains letting in the rays of the early morning sun.
She smiled at the recollections of the previous night; the dare by her friends, getting drunk, and dancing with a local. A sound behind her jolted her back from her reverie. She turned towards the sound and froze.
“Jambo” the half-clad man said and smiled.