And hey, you could budget and save for that divine pair of shoes.

And ooooooh I am hearing so many stories – people are really talking again these days.

I am excited!

I’m not the only one who is thinking this. I think I speak for every Zimbabwean when I say there is concern.

And that’s what’s different – there used to be this fear that an intelligence operative would hear you and pick you up and beat you up.

So that is almost Z$2bn just to put one simple supper together.

No ordinary person that is – broadcasting your political views has once again become the preserve of activists.

Youth militia have set up roadblocks on the outskirts of the city where they randomly stop vehicles, ask the passengers to disembark and chant the slogan.

Anyone who fails to cannot proceed with their journey until they have been ‘taught’.

One man asked us: “So all the deaths were in vain” and another: “What of all the displaced people who vowed to vote no matter what”

The day itself was a non-event really – with only one candidate, the result was a forgone conclusion.

A friend told me he was so overcome with frustration in the polling booth, he gouged out Robert Mugabe’s eyes on his ballot paper.

So no more talk of trillionaires, quadrillionaires and quintillionaires.

At least, not for another six months or so.

I can’t wait to taste pizza again.

Then the topic turned to the recent abductions; and whether or not the rumours about the renewed violence are true; and if it has actually started again.

One of my colleagues confirmed it was true – people in the rural areas are disappearing in the night, she told us.

But finally, no, it actually really, really happened.