A handshake that bridges divides



He put out his hand as he said "Hello Sir, my name is Amos." And in that moment, I was reminded once again about class-driven most of my life in India is.

Amos is the gardener at my host's wonderful home in Harare, Zimbabwe. As I interacted with him, something stirred within me. Some learnings.

1. We were actually introduced to each other. (will say no more)

2. He walked up to me, a little shyly, and then shook my hand.

3. Providing for a uniform for domestic help, regular working hours, vacation time and above all civility in discussions are the norm.


Indeed there is so much to learn......


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