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Happy Birthday to my dear Nana! I love and admire my Nana so much. She has always showed an interest in my life, and listened to me, and prayed for me, and that means a lot. She has taught me wisdom, kindness and faithfulness. I love you, Nana!

The other day I met a woman who reminded me a lot of my Nana. She was tall and dignified. I met her when John and I were visiting a senior citizens' home. The place was dreadfully sad. It is mostly filled with "foreigners" from other countries who married Zimbabweans, and then were rejected by the Zim families once their spouses passed away. Every person I met pointed at her/his stomach saying "nzara" (hungry). One lady only had 3 teeth, and couldn't talk, so I was told to watch her hands. My interpretation of her hand gestures (pointing at the administration building and then cutting her throat with her hand) led me to wonder about some of the rumours about how staff at the home take all of the donations for themselves and their families and let the residents starve. The whole situation was sad and just so unjust. It's so unjust that someone who is just like my grandmother would be in a situation where she is so marginalized and rejected that she is being left to starve. Our world is so bizarre. But God is good.