The man behind the fist

IN AN African village, everyone is expected to work. From an early age children are taken to the fields and told to carry water or to hunt. Eight decades ago, when the land that is now Zimbabwe was run by British settlers, one small boy chose to toil for his family by taking on solitary tasks. Sent to herd cows, he would avoid other children and tramp off to isolated grazing spots. He would not scrap with the other boys, a traditional way of passing the time.