Hello Reader, A memory came to mind recently—an unexpected encounter with a former classmate about ten years ago. I had just handed over my parking fee to a marshal in Harare’s CBD and was about to walk away when I heard someone call out, “Shungu! Hi!” I turned around and saw a woman about my age walking towards me, waving enthusiastically. Her bright red lipstick and noticeably uneven makeup framed her face in a way that was hard to ignore. As she got closer, I suddenly recognised her. We...