A no holds barred look at the devastation facing Africa from the threat of Aids. Bleak, frustrating, and yet compulsive reading, this book will stay with you long after you've finished it.
Extract
The bus that brought Frank Fundi back to Crossroads disgorged him at the bus stop one hot and dusty afternoon; spat him out by the roadside like a bitter seed, and sped away shuddering with the awe of the place .... Crows watched from the empty roof tops, as dust chased paper down the empty street and an old hen scratched in the dust outside the teahouse .... And from afar, the faint throb of a broken funeral drum.
