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This was Chiedza’s first catwalk and she was pregnant with anxiety. The roar of the crowd like a thousand bees in her brain pummelled through the skin curtains leading to the great hall and the runway that bisected it.
“Chiedza! You’re on in two!” yelled Bardinko in her ear link; an apoplectic little man who ran the backstage and seemed to always be on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
“You’ll be just fine Chiedza, you’re gorgeous,” said Mamewata, with a big smile and hug.