Clang, clang..there was another person at the gate. This sound was becoming a usual occurrence; since arriving almost two months ago we have had many people coming to our gate: some looking for work, others wanting to sell vegetables or woodcarvings. That time, though, I was just tired and alone and did not want to go out to tell someone seeking a job that we had no work available at this time. I asked our guard what the person wanted and he stated he did not know because the man was Shona and did not speak Chichewa well. When I heard Shona, my ears perked up. As Peace Corps Volunteers, Dean and I had lived in Zimbabwe among Shona people and had learned Chishona, their language. I had to know his story.
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