The Price of the Golden Fleece

The streets of Mabvuku, Harare, are paved with more than just red dust and broken asphalt; they are lined with the quiet, desperate dreams of thousands who wake up every morning to the crushing weight of "just enough." For most, this poverty is a life sentence served with dignity. But for some, the hunger for more becomes a fever-a sickness that blinds the soul to the cost of the cure.
​The Price of the Golden Fleece is a story about that fever.
​It is a tale that bridges two Zimbabwes: the modern, gleaming world of high-stakes logistics, luxury mansions, and "Boss Lady" culture, and the ancient, shadowed world of the n'anga and the deep thickets of Binga, where contracts are signed in blood and interest is paid in souls.
​When I first envisioned the character of Tendai Mahachi, I wanted to explore the terrifying intersection of ambition and the occult. We often hear the rags-to-riches stories of entrepreneurs who built empires from nothing. But what if "nothing" wasn't enough? What if the price of entry into the world of the elite required a sacrifice that no amount of profit could ever repay?
​The trucks of Mtape Logistics-those blue giants that roar through these pages-are more than just vehicles. They are the physical manifestations of a woman's ruthlessness. Each gear that turns and each kilometer of road conquered is fueled by the warmth of a family extinguished. As Tendai climbs higher, the air becomes thinner, and the ghosts of her climb become heavier.
​This book serves as a chilling reminder that wealth built on a foundation of shadows can never truly be owned. It is merely borrowed, and the "Golden Fleece" always comes to collect. In the end, the dust we try so hard to escape is the same dust that waits to reclaim us.
​Step into the cab. The engine is idling, the road is open, and the ghosts are waiting. Welcome to the rise and fall of Tendai Mahachi.