While visiting Zimbabwe in 1986 I travelled to the Domboshawa district with a few people I had recently met in Harare, amongst them was George, who had fought in the guerrilla war to dislodge the previous regime, but was now a dreadlocked musician in the vein of Thomas Mapfumo.
We visited some members of his extended family in this very rural area and here we found his cousin, who picked up his home made guitar and knocked out a few tunes in the hut, which had no windows, the only light came in through a crack in the door. Others came to shake maracas and dance, but he was the one I focused on sitting next to the pile of lime sacks. These two were for me the pick of the session. It was a joyful and entertaining hour.