Walk In My Shoes In Zimbabwe
Posted on April 28, 2023
Dear Family and Friends,
It’s been a long time since I described what everyday Zimbabwe looks like. Come, walk in my shoes, have a look.
Our economy and our life is on the pavements, at the intersections, on the roadsides, under the trees. Need toilet paper? There’s a guy on the corner of those two streets. Buckets, mops, brooms? Go to the lady under the tree near the deserted factory. Shoes, socks, tights? The woman with the toddler near the government offices has a big selection. Need a new pillow? There’s a man in a red car at the roundabout and he’s got beautiful duvets and blankets too. Fruit and veg? It’s everywhere: on pavements, under trees, in city centers and suburbs, at stop streets and traffic lights, at taxi ranks, outside hospitals. Whew this is easy-peasy shopping, no tax, no trolleys, no queues, smiling people so grateful for your patronage. How about lunch? Donuts on that corner, boiled eggs and buns under that tree, a guy roasting maize (corn) on an open fire near the hospital. Sausages and chicken pieces from a lady over there. Salt in a little twist of newspaper; hot piri piri squirted out of a little bottle. Roasted peanuts sold by the handful. A stick of sugar cane if your teeth are up to it: bite, grip, pull, spit, chew, juicy, divine! This is the face of Zimbabwe 43 years after Independence and six years after the coup that ousted Robert Mugabe. (The coup they said wasn’t a coup that is!) There are still no jobs and to survive everyone is ‘at work’ under the trees, on the pavements, sitting in the dust in the sun or wind day after day. Miss a day and they can’t meet their rent, pay school fees, buy their meds.
Let’s go to the Bend Over Bazaar! It sounds exotic doesn’t it, an intriguing name. There it is, along the path by the railway line. Mountains of clothes, tops, dresses, jackets, jeans, you name it they’ve got it. You bend over and choose what you want, try it on right there in the sun, in the open, pull it on over your clothes or hold it up to your top, your waist. Slip your shoes off and try a pair from that pile there, or there, or there. Competition is fierce at the Bend Over Bazaar but still the ladies call to each other: anyone got a size 12, blue? They are all looking out for each other, this is how Zimbabwe survives.
Need to go to the bank? I don’t think so, not today, in fact not any day between about the 20th of one month and the 6th of the next. Hundreds of people wait in line, waiting for hours at a time to redeem cash sent to them from relations in the Diaspora, to withdraw their pay, to try and get their pensions. It’s too depressing. Let’s take a little drive.
A few blocks off the centre of the capital city a young guy in his mid-twenties gets to the middle of a chaotic intersection. Chaotic because the traffic lights aren’t working as usual. Chaotic because no one gives way, traffic pushes forward, vehicles cut you off, crowd you out. Quick, push, squeeze, slam on brakes, get stuck in the gridlock, hope no one hits you. Aaaaah, nightmare. But then comes this young guy, mid-twenties maybe, dark green shorts, black T shirt, green wooly hat. A small rucksack on his back he fearlessly makes his way to the middle of the intersection and starts to direct traffic. It’s a sight to behold, one unemployed young guy calming the mayhem. He pivots on his toes, swings from one direction to the other, whistling, pointing, stopping vehicles on that side, gesturing others to go from the other side. Amazingly people follow his signals and in a few minutes he’s cracked it and we’re moving again. I smile and wave as I get through, he nods in acknowledgement and turns back to the task. If it’s this easy to resolve chaos where are our leaders?
Let’s head into the suburbs. You can get anything here from a blast from a compressor to a shoe repair, a mechanic or a hairdresser. On every piece of open ground someone’s grown a crop of maize (corn) and people are reaping everywhere. A bucket full, sack full, wheelbarrow full. Brown, dry, curled leaves lift up into the wind. Men, women, children are picking and throwing cobs onto piles, toddlers sit on their Mum’s colourful wraps in the dust. Small street cars, Honda, Nissan, Toyota are all out there, lurching over contours, driving through the stubble to their self-apportioned squares of land, boot open, doors open, maize cobs thrown in until it reaches the ceilings.
The last stop comes much later. When the burnt caramel sky has slipped away and the half-moon is up in the inky darkness come outside with me. It’s cool but you don’t need a jacket. Take your shoes off, feel the cooling earth under your feet. Look up, watch for shooting stars, listen for the calls of nightjars, let the light of the pale-yellow moon fill your heart, feel its pulse moving your feet. This is our beautiful, fragile, harsh Zimbabwe. Every day these special encounters are there to see if only we let ourselves come out of the bubble and look. We know the overwhelming burdens people carry and every day, every step of the way we try and help each other. We know everything’s in a mess but we could fix it if only we would speak out and stand together.
I end this letter with a word of hope for the people of Sudan. Our hearts are with you, we are so pained to see the start of another conflict in Africa. Why this lust for power and control always?
There is no charge for this Letter From Zimbabwe but if you would like to donate please visit my website. Until next time, thanks for reading this Letter From Zimbabwe now in its 23rd year, and my books about life in Zimbabwe, a country in waiting.
Ndini shamwari yenyu (I am your friend)
Love Cathy 28 April 2023. Copyright © Cathy Buckle https://cathybuckle.co.zw/
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