Africans Are Caught In The Snares Of Modern Capitalism

Catching birds was my best assignment of the day in a hot sunny day along Maitengwe River. My late grandmother would always say "wa ka mvusa batetegulu babo" simple means like grandson like grandfather because we shared the same sentiments.

Like I have said my most darling trade was catching birds, we were using an African traditional snare made of spring wire. A small infinitesimal stick is used on sprung open jaws of snare and a bird will sit on top of the stick like a king or something I don't know, not knowing its fate. Here comes a magic snare.