So, here we are. The end of November. Silly season in Salisbury. The annual influx of snake-oil salesmen, the eloquent exaggerators with eccentric accents. The…
Not only am I unconvinced, I’m highly sceptical. Watching, listening to and analysing Simba Makoni, I can’t help but noticing the man’s arrogance is tempered by a nagging lack of enthusiasm.