First Person: Imprisoned in Zimbabwe
The reception area of a hotel displays a photograph of Zimbabwean President Robert Mugabe.
Karim Ben Khelifa / L'Oeil Public
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My last night in jail was a Sunday. I was falling asleep on the floor when I felt a low harmony echoing up through the concrete of the cell next door. There was bass, tenor and rhythm. For two hours, prisoners filled the jail with music. These were songs of suffering and acceptance, of beauty and soul undiminished.
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