I was gratified to get a little more perspective from this NYT article about the unusual names coming out of Zimbabwe. I knew a Zimbabwean man named Gift in Botswana and he knew another Zimbabwean named Spoon. One night I went to a party where Gift's cousin was hired to watch over the parked cars. He was a slim man in a windbreaker and he carried a long silver flashlight that he never turned on. I had to ask him to repeat his response to my introduction. His name was Hard Life.
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