Neighborly Love.

Major (the hospital administrator), took me and the 3 other girls I am living with on a short jaunt to visit his village. It is 40 minutes by car from the hospital. Small village, just a few huts and one house structure. The hut w a fire= kitchen. The hut with dishes and food= pantry. Lots of chickens. Lots of pigs. And he has a grinder for corn, so he's pretty much the valley baller!  His neighbor, well into the better part of her 90's, came over to greet us. She was so sweet. She showed us traditional Shona greetings. One of which looks very much like a rapper's handshake followed by a chest bump- i dig it. She apologized for not having anything to offer us besides corn... it amazes me that someone with so little, is apologizing for not being able to give more.... granted she did follow up with thinking we were boys because we were wearing shorts. To which Major responded- "no you have to look up" (motioning toward our chests). To which she responded "still boys".