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"Where's Morgan?" "Morgan? There is no Morgan," the official replies crossly. We're in a dusty carpark, waiting for the man.

"But...Morgan is More, remember?" the first guy protests. That was the slogan the Movement for Democratic Change (MDC) leader very nearly swept to power on in 2008. Mr Tsvangirai's face beamed out from a thousand red and white posters.

"No," the official insists. "There is no Morgan." Now we must say the Prime Minister, the Honourable Prime Minister, Mr Prime Minister, or something along those lines. Mr Prime Minister arrives, relaxed in a traditional style white collarless shirt. His aides cluster round in dark suits. When we eventually get to speak to him, the former trade union leader is affable, interested. Tired too, perhaps. A metre or so away, the official waits. He has been reluctant to let this go-ahead. After five minutes, he claps his hands. We are dismissed.