A soft, frost-tinged summer dusk settles over the shores of Lake Chivero in Mashonaland West, near Chitungwiza, the air still holding the last faint warmth of the day as it drifts across the water. The low chorus of frogs (Frogs-a) rises from the reeds, woven together with the soft lap of lake waves (Lake Waves-a) against the shore and faint, distant hum of the nearby town (night-village) drifting on the breeze. Occasional nearby frog croaks (Frog Close-a) and the steady, quiet chirp of evening