This evening, I realized that I was running out of mealie meal. I took my wallet and went to check if there was any tuckshop still open. Lucky was not on my side. I walked back home to see if I could make a plan, porridge on my mind. As I was walking, I heard some footprints

coming behind me. I looked back and noticed that it was just a woman who was possibly scared of the darkness. I reduced my pace to allow her to catch up. I was startled by the way she greeted me. She behaved as if she knew me. Just a few steps in the conversation, she didn't

waste time to take chances. She asked if I was looking for someone to hook up. She said she wasn't going to charge me much for a round or two. I said, "No I don't do that". She looked so embarrassed to hear that. "You are my last option for today. You can pay with anything dear"

I refused again. She said, "Okay bhoo" and returned where she was coming from. I walked a few steps and started questioning myself. My sixth sense told me that someone was not right. I made a U-turn.

I caught her before she vanished into a dark corridor. She smiled at me. "Wazofunga semurume kaa". "Yeah pane zvandafunga", I echoed back. I wasn't back for a service. I wanted to ask her just a few questions. She is only 17 years old. She said she is a first year Uni student.

She explained her challenges in making ends meet, source of food being the most challenge. It was getting more darker, no Zesa. I wasn't feeling safe anyways. Her situation was even worse than mine. I gave her $2 out of the only $4 in my possession. Her smile was priceless.

I ran back home with a heavy heart. The situation in Zimbabwe is really bad. People are struggling to earn a living. Putting food on the table is now an extreme sport. Most people can't breathe. There's a crisis. We need change #PresidentChamisa