Elephant dung smoke, nosebleed and the eternal in everything
“Light some elephant dung on fire and sniff it,” said my Zimbabwean boss Sibo Ndlovu as she waved her hands with sparkling red nails beneath her nose as if kneeling above a pile of burning elephant dung. We spoke by the pool of a luxurious hotel far from her native Shona village. Sibo had many bouts of nosebleed in the childhood, but one sniff of elephant dung smoke and she was cured for life,…
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