Back in Bulawayo during those still sunny days, my husband and I would hit the golf course on a weekend. His caddy would often be waiting for him, black smiley face, crooked yellow teeth, wearing little but a raggedy pair of trousers and T-shirt that was more like and No-shirt.
Changamiree was a simple soul, always ready to please and fiercely protective over golf balls, which were a valuable commodity even in those days.
My husband was half way around the course when they came across another caddy who was spending his downtime searching for balls. As it happened, he had found and pocketed ours!!
Changamiree, started a rather heated exchange in the local lingo, which got more and more heated as the other fellow refused to give the ball back.
Then to our absolute horror,
He pulled a putter out of the bag and sank it squarely into his head!
It was all so surreal that we just stood there for a while letting it all sink in!!
The police finally came and took away the body, and poor old Changamiree to prison.
He died there some time later and we felt it such a sad end.
A valuable lesson to be learned.
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