This is GuGu the Zimbabwean Mexican heart throb

So. Approximately a week ago I landed in the Harare Airport. It was about the size of the bigger Starbucks' that we have, like the one in Greenwood - you know what I'm talkin about. The hour drive outside of the city was spectacular - rolling fields, people selling mangoes and veggies at roadside stands, the standard african lady carrying 19 times her body weight on her head in a basket, etc etc. AND the kids - so energetic and beautiful. All we did was laugh and play a game that included us singing a song "pepsi cola, ginger ale, seven up, seven up, you're out." You sit in a circle and slap the person's hand next to you whilst singing. If they slap your hand on the word "out," you're of course, out. We played it for what seemed like hours. Under the sun. 

I stayed with a Zimbabwean couple named Orpah and John. John had a belly laugh that went on forever, and Orpah was some kind of teaching/cooking machine that I'm convinced never slept. I mean that lady can cook. I was like "are you for real cooking like this?"