LOCKED DOWN IN NEW YORK
FOR weeks the phrase ran in a loop in her mind: what now?
Holed up in her Manhattan apartment, Zozibini Tunzi was flooded with sadness and feelings of impending doom.
It was late March in New York and the “city that never sleeps” was shrouded in a silent blanket of snow. The once-teeming streets were eerily empty, resembling something from a post-apocalyptic movie as New Yorkers hunkered down in their homes.
Zozi had been crowned Miss Universe just three months before and the world was supposed to be her oyster. But in the blink of an eye, all the dreams that had come true hung in the balance, in
