Inside a grimy flat in the heart of Mbare, one of Zimbabwe’s oldest townships, steam billows from a hissing iron.
It is 7am and Nhamo Chari, 42, is racing to finish ironing a client’s clothes before the power cuts out.
Inside a grimy flat in the heart of Mbare, one of Zimbabwe’s oldest townships, steam billows from a hissing iron.
It is 7am and Nhamo Chari, 42, is racing to finish ironing a client’s clothes before the power cuts out.