Kaningandu was chopping firewood when a chip shot into his left eye. Soon, he covered his left eye with a loop of leaves to soothe the burning pain. 

His misfortune did not, however, stop the moon-size-eyed Kasukona from falling in love with him. The girl’s nephews blamed Kaningandu for confusing her with the use of black magic. 

Kasukona’s legs were as straight as the trunks of the palm trees. Her breasts looked like two ripe oranges had been gummed onto her chest. 

Kaningandu had inherited a Bedford lorry from his father; its bonnet needed to be slam-shut before the engine could start. The 1972 model needed a towrope help it go uphill, and elephant’s poo-size rock obstacles to bring it to a standstill when going downhill. 

But, Kasukona loved his muscular chest and lion’s head sunhat. She took a joyride at the back of the truck; pinching her pencil-sharp nose at the smell of cow dung carpeting the rusty pan of the truck. 

Kasukona had rejected a yellow ring from a tenderpreneur. The tycoon’s hairstyle tickled her like a cockscomb, even after hiring a long funeral-like car for a year’s salary. She only had eyes for Kaningandu’s truck. The lorry’s trellis and the tailgate were fastened with nylon bags. 

Each time, they took cattle to the auction kraals, Kaningandu had to wake up after the first crow of the cock to start the engine. 

 The lovers would drive the lory with worn-out tyres under the moonlight, for fear that the blue-capped police officers would lock away the truck. The cops once confiscated the lorry after Kaningandu had peeled off the windscreen’s disc. 

However, the police commander, who had been friends with Kaningandu’s late father, released the truck, despite it only having a dim right headlamp.

 An eye doctor visiting Musorakuumba village treated Kaningandu’s eye and restored its sight, but the villagers chased him away with knobkerries, accusing him of practicing white magic. 

A mechanic from the Department of Fauna and Flora fixed the old truck and put two new headlamps on it. 

The vintage car enthusiasts sprayed the truck’s doors red and the tailgate white, and Kasukona felt vindicated for her choice of a half-blind man to love.