In portuguese one of my favorite words is passar, in shangana it is famba. Translated literally it means to pass or walk by, but here it has a whole different cultural context to fit into. People will spend the day "passing by" which means they just walk around the community or down the street talking with people, visiting people, or making new friends. It is not a set agenda, but very much about building relationships, whether new or already well established.
Every day (or at least most days) when the afternoon comes I walk down to the Schmidt's house. It's a nice walk, usually rather relaxing. It is also when my feet become notoriously dirty, as they usually are. As you can probably guess I have made a few friends from my afternoon journeys. Today I said my final farewell to them since I leave in a day and a half and it's likely I won't see them again.
This is Hulene with her daughter and niece. I met her only about two months ago as I started seeing her day after day. I started talking with her, then the conversations kept on growing. She's been so sweet to me and even calls me her friend I will miss seeing her each day as she is sitting outside of the stand "peixe da mama".