"I knew I was going to get a gift today," Mai D. says, clapping her hands. "I was doing my sweeping and my fingers were itching and I said: 'Someone's going to give me something.'"
It's not much: a pot of jam, a bar of chocolate saved from Christmas. But in Zimbabwe, I learnt early on, anything makes a present.
When I was married here, about 10 days after I arrived, I was solemnly presented with a single bar of bath soap.
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