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A HOUSE built by the community for an orphan who offered to accommodate a water kiosk or siguju in his yard, after his first house collapsed. Right, ruins of a collapsed old house. PICTURES: EMELDA MUSONDA

From Sawmills to Somili

AS I drive into one of the unnamed streets in the company of two Livingstone residents familiar with the area, I am cautioned against taking pictures or doing anything that would annoy the gangs.
Any suspicious move, and the youths may mistake us for police or Drug Enforcement Commission (DEC) officers and will not hesitate to attack us, one of the guides for my tour, Kusiyalike Nasilele, cautions me.
When I drive further inside the township, ramshackle structures and noticeably intoxicated youths moving aimlessly is a common sight besides hordes of kids playing on the streets.
Soon, I am introduced to a seemingly calm but tough looking man only identified as Mateyo.
Clad in three-quarter jean pants and a sleeveless T-shirt with tattoos on his hands and an earring on his left ear like a music rapper, 25-year-old Mateyo turns out to be friendly, contrary to my fears.