Imagine you traveled from Harare to Johannesburg hoping to make a better life. You arrive in Mzansi, full of expectation. Then you find there are no jobs. Your stomach is rumbling. You enter Checkers, shuffling your tattered shoes over the gleaming floor, hoping to buy a bun with your last coin. While you stand in the confectionery aisle, admiring the food that costs a fortune by your standards, a complete stranger does this….