12 things I love – Zimbabwe

Friday September 6, 2019 marked the death of Robert Mugabe, father both of the nation of Zimbabwe and its dramatic decline. In the past two days I have read articles extolling him, celebrating his death and even one that was somewhat balanced. This isn’t a post about Mugabe though. It is a post about Zimbabwe, specifically twelve of the things I love best about it.

During my three months in Harare at the end of 2018 I fell in love, with the nation and her people.

This isn’t on my list, but I felt like I fit in very early in my stay. While coming around the corner at work, on the wrong side of the hall because I’m used to driving on the opposite side, I nearly collided with a co-worker. Well, not nearly collided. We were at least a foot and a half apart. But before I could utter the standard Canadian response in such a situation, he said Sorry! First! Yes, Zimbabwe is the Canada of Africa, where they also apologize for no real reason.

Zimbabwe is in dire straits right now. 18 hours plus of power load shedding, hyper inflation, currency, fuel and food shortages and a drought that has made things even worse. Not to mention the political climate and increasing government infringements on people’s constitutional rights and freedoms. Yet, it is still beautiful and the resilient people are still plugging along, even continuing to poke fun at the situation. I follow an account or two on Instagram that regularly make me laugh with the Zim memes, such as this one about the availability of power

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ZESA – Zimbabwe Electricity Supply Authority

So, here are twelve things I love about Zimbabwe, in no particular order and definitely not an exhaustive list:

  1. Red eyed dove call: I woke up to this call every day, and also heard it from my desk. It may not be the most musical but I continue to be amazed that it is so structured and consistent. Yes, I hear it in Kampala as well but not every day and not everywhere.

I was so fascinated by the sound that I had to figure out the bird. Googling bird calls is not a quick and easy search. I ended up listening to a 15 minute YouTube video of bird calls of Zimbabwe. The call came more than half way through and it was quite the Eureka moment for me. They usually repeat the series three or four times and then break. This link isn’t to the 15 minute version, it has only the dove’s call : Red eyed dove call

  1. Braai – In Zimbabwe barbeque is called by the South African name, Braai (br-eye) and it is mmmmm good. It is made even better because they cut their pork chops at about half the thickness as we do in Canada, or maybe even 1/3. These chops are never, ever dry. So they have the yummy grilled outside and still retain all the delicious pork taste. Oh, and boerewors sausage, another South African import is an additional braii delight.
  1. Sadza – aka ugali, posho, zsima. Per the internet – “Sadza is a generic term used to describe thickened porridge made out of any number of pulverized grains. The most common form of sadza is made with white maize meal.” It I perfect with the above braii items. No utensils required. Just rip off the portion of meat, grab a generous finger full of sadza, some cucumber and tomato for salad and, heaven. *disclaimer: cream of wheat has been a favourite of mine since early childhood and I also love oatmeal, so I am definitely pro-porridge.
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Technically this isn’t braai, it was my dinner at the hotel in Chinhoyi. But it has my favourites – the pork chop, sadza and greens
  1. My walk – despite the 25 celsius and above lunchtime temperatures I went for a walk almost every work day. The neighbourhood behind my work is beautiful and quiet and the streets wind into themselves allowing me to vary my walk time and views depending on my daily moods. Unlike Kampala I could walk without worrying about traffic or having to tell a boda boda driver “no I’m walking” every 60 to 90 seconds. I truly miss the beauty and peacefulness of that walk.
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I didn’t take many photos of my daily walks but I think the peacefulness comes through here.
  1. Victoria falls – yeah, I don’t know what I need to say here. I was there in the low season and it still made Niagara Falls look like a creek. Just wow! I look forward to someday witnessing Victoria Falls in is fullest spectacular glory.
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Because when one has a photo of oneself doing up their fly on the precipice of Victoria Falls, it is the photo one must share
  1. Gorge swing – the video of this is on my Welcome page. I did a package to lead up to the gorge swing. Started with the flying fox, where you are strapped in to a harness and run off a platform to fly across the gorge superman style. Next was the zipline, where I dipped lower into the gorge but always under tension. The final adventure was the gorge swing, basically a bungie jump but bum first instead of head first. So for quite a ways down it is a free fall, no tension until you get to the end of the line. I was over my fear and dread before I hit tension and began to swing. It was THE greatest experience. If they had offered for me to drop a second time I would have hopped off that platform with glee. (see my December 4 post Vic Falls – Adrenaline Day for more)

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  1. The Big Tree – I love trees. LOVE trees. And the baobab tree is tree royalty as far as I am concerned. So I was looking forward to getting to see some of them during my trip to Victoria Falls. My driver from the airport did my dreams one better though. He took me to see The Big Tree. You can actually Google The Big Tree Victoria Falls and you will see it. It may be as old as 2000 years but it is most certainly several hundred. I posted about the tree in my first Victoria Falls post last November.
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Me and the Big Tree
  1. Avocados – just loved them. Big and tasty. I learned that there is a bit of a Zimbabwe debate between having your avocado with salt or sugar. I have tried sugar and it’s good. I’m more on the salt side though. (sorry Cliff)
  1. Boiled peanuts – ew right? I bought some to try and at first was on the fence. They aren’t crunchy like roasted but they aren’t quite chewy either. It turned out to be an acquired taste and I came to love boiled peanuts. I even made sure to buy some on my last trip back. A happy indulgence.
  1. Chinhoyi caves – I posted about my weekend trip to the caves last December. The pool, the caves and the surrounding scenery is simply glorious. Even on a day of gentle rain. I hope to return to scuba some day, much to the horror of my Zimbabwe friends. The caves are surrounded by mystique and lore which keeps most locals out of the water. But crazy tourists can book excursions that included scuba and now free diving as well.
  1. Jacarandas in bloom – the jacaranda tree is not indigenous to Zimbabwe but they have been there long enough to be huge and impressive. I arrived at the height of their bloom so I was treated to a lavender coloured canopy on my trip in from the airport. And the blossoms were around for the first weeks of my stay.
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Imagine rows of these lining the roads with a magical purple canopy. I was too mesmerized to take a photo
  1. The people – I know I am not the only visitor to be enamoured with the people of Zimbabwe. They always have a friendly smile and polite greeting. They have an ability to laugh at themselves and their situation. And they are resilient. They have been through a great deal and still they smile and just get on with getting on. I made some great friendships that are still going strong and I am confident they will remain so.

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I felt at home in Zimbabwe the first morning I woke up in the hotel. Before I met my friends Fran and Debbie, before I got to know my coworkers and friends at Ark, before I experienced the tastes and textures of braii. And I confess that if I ever have the opportunity to go back for work I will jump at the opportunity despite the hard times the country is in right now.

I hope it is on the road to recover soon because I didn’t even get to Great Zimbabwe, Mana Pools or the Eastern Highlands. I haven’t experienced half of what the country has to offer.

Lake Chivero – a perfect day

One of my best days in Harare was the Saturday my friend and co-worker took me out to see another side of life in Zimbabwe – one outside of my cushy little cocoon of Gunhill and Borrowdale. All I did was provide some US cash and get in the car.

His work organising the day started before mine (see previous post about my privileged existence). He arranged for and picked up the car, then picked me up. Next we went to change some US cash to Zimbabwean bond. Why, you may ask? Well because $40 US became $112 bond! Despite the government insisting that the currencies were one to one (they gave up on that later), the exchange rate on the street clearly indicated otherwise.

Then we put some petrol in the car, stopped at the supermarket for some beer and snacks and off we went on my local, non-upscale, adventure.

First stop was Snake World, a pretty modest attraction that a few tourists and school children take in. But it was right up my alley. My friend was horrified to learn that at one point I had lived with a snake, my then-boyfriend’s corn snake Rusty. Honestly, the only Zimbabwean I have met who doesn’t have a problem with snakes is the young man who was working at Snake World. He gave us a great tour, explaining all about the snakes and even riling up the cobras to get them to strike – at the glass, don’t worry.

There was a small non-venomous snake that I held – while Enos was a good 10 feet away – hahah! Then at the end of the tour I also got to hold 2 chameleons!

After leaving Snake World we went for beer and braai – based on my credit card statement and somewhat backed up by my internet search – the place is Club Millenium. It’s a roadside establishment (restaurant, bar) with seating outside as well as in a canopied area with open walls. The walls may close up as well but I didn’t see that.
The process to eat involves going to the onsite butcher to buy your meat and then walking it over to the guys manning the braai to get it cooked. You pay everybody separately as you walk through the process.

We ordered some beer and grabbed a table under the canopy. Football (soccer for my fellow North Americans) was on the tv’s, typical of sports bars everywhere. The music was mostly the same as bar tunes at home with some African music was mixed in as well. The meat arrived along with sadza as well as sliced cucumber and tomato. It was a very tasty, meaty feast eaten with our hands. We had pork, beef and boerewors (sausage) – so I’m not kidding about meaty. I was in heaven because – meat! Yum! And grilled meat is the best meat. Did I mention there was meat?

After a couple/few brews (less than 4% alcohol, relax!) we went for a drive to Lake Chivero. There people were having a great time at the beach. Swimming, listening to tunes, dancing, grilling – braai everywhere! We enjoyed the view and talked for a while.

We stopped at the roadside bar again before heading home. It was a really nice day so why rush to end it. When I finally got home it was about 7pm, so the day was about 8 hours all told.

I was tired but there was a dinner party at the house so my socializing continued to well past 11. So did my alcohol consumption – but when in Zim!

Chinhoyi Caves

As my time in Zimbabwe nears its end (sigh, whimper, sniff) I had a quick weekend getaway with my friend Fran.We took a road trip to Chinhoyi to take in the Chinhoyi Caves.I finally got to take in some Zimbabwe landscape at ground level. It did not disappoint!We stayed at CUT Hotel (Chinhoyi University of Technology Hotel). It was very nice at one point but maintenance has been lacking. Common story in Zim. Still a lovely place and we enjoyed our stay. The beds were great! Sunday we got up and went to the Caves, the purpose for the trip. It was gently raining which actually added to the beauty of the place. Here are only a few of the photos.I want to return to the caves some day soon to scuba dive. There wasn’t anybody diving when we were there but organised dives are a thing. So exciting! It was a perfect getaway that both Fran and I needed! There are more sites and places in Zimbabwe that I didn’t get to. I will be back. Hopefully to live for a time.

Flashback ten days

This is my Tumblr post from October 12, 2018

I have now been a week in Harare, Zimbabwe and all I have taken pictures of are flowers, birds and trees. That is pretty normal for me but seems so bland given what has been going on in that time.

4 days before I arrived, the government made an announcement about their dual currencies which gave its citizens flashbacks to 2008 when their economy and currency basically collapsed. As this week has progressed the line ups (queues) at the gas stations have extended for blocks, if not full kilometers.  Similar queues are still growing in the grocery stores as people stock up while dollars and food last.  Bread is already gone in many stores, as is flour.  Some have closed their doors until further notice.

But, no rioting or demonstrations.  I haven’t even heard complaining.  Conversations, yes.  Sardonic smiles.  But mostly just people getting on with it.  Going to school, going to work – if they have work.  I wouldn’t know such uncertainty was hanging over my coworkers if it wasn’t all over the newspapers and radio.

I am humbled by their resilience and their capacity to just keep going.  In Canada we complain about everything.  A carbon tax is a severe hardship for us.  Or, heaven forbid, the Prime Minister forgets to list your province during a speech.  We never worry if there will be gas at the station when we go to fill up.  Or bread at the store.

I’m not worried for my safety (I don’t walk around alone at night in Edmonton either) or about whether I will eat.  I’m a foreigner with US dollars and offshore (Canadian) bank accounts so I am protected by privilege yet again.  I am grateful for this experience.  To get to know these people and have my eyes opened again to how good I really have it.

And here are some pretty pictures.

How to Dig Yourself into a Technology Hole 101

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It has been a humbling few days for me, as my carelessness and ignorance have reached seemingly new heights.  Here is my story.  Feel free to laugh out loud.  I’m sure I am too, because if you are reading this, I am back online.  *it’s a long one

Part 1 – the cell phone

There were some serious power outages last week (October 15-17) so I made sure to charge up my devices at work on Thursday October 18th.  I was pretty proud of my forward thinking, knowing that I would be able to read my ebooks, use my laptop and have a reliable flashlight on my phone.  Well, when I got home and opened up my backpack and purse I saw that I did not have my phone.  I laughed off my carelessness for leaving it on my desk after charging it.  I even sent a quick email to some coworkers admitting that I left it on my desk.

Then, Friday morning I was standing outside the gate chatting with my neighbour Noreen (the lovely lady next door I have been talking with each morning while waiting for my ride) when a fellow who works for another neighbour, Gary, stopped to ask if I had dropped anything last night.  I said “my cell phone! I thought I left it on my desk!”.  Gary then informed me that a fellow worker had found it on the drive just outside the gate.  Ugh!  And he had not left the phone with Gary, but took it with him for safe keeping.  He and Gary discussed that he would wait until I called him and then we would arrange to get the phone to me.

There are two kickers here:

  • this fellow lives in a rural community more than 40kms from Harare and he would be off work and home until the following Thursday – yes a whole week!
  • I keep my phone on silent so how would he know I was calling unless it was in his hand so he could see it light up.

I guess there is a third kicker – the current economic climate in Zimbabwe makes getting fuel for your vehicle quite a difficult and lengthy process.  Enticing him into the city would take some US dollars – at least that I have!

Friday morning at work my colleague Claperton was able to reach the fellow.  He called a couple of times to no avail, but then the man called his number back.  Success! The phone was located, I had the number of the man with the phone and thought we had arranged for him to bring it to me Saturday.  I said I would give $20US for gas, but then decided I would do $30 instead.

  • Saturday – no phone.   Sunday morning I figured out the landline situation where I am staying.  That’s a bit of a tale itself involving moving one phone set to another phone jack and experimenting a bit.  I used the landline and was able to contact the fellow who found it.  It was difficult speaking with him.  He speaks English well, but he speaks quickly and I have an entirely different accent, resulting in me asking him to repeat himself a lot.  He wanted to text me when he got to the city but I only had a land line.   I was saved by Fran, a friend of a friend of mine in Canada. Fran was able to arrange a meetup with the man with my phone and she also got me there!  I learned the man is Tandy and he works at one of the neighbouring houses.  A huge thank you to Tandy and his wife for returning my phone instead of keeping it or selling it.

Part 2 – the internet

Disclaimer: I come from the land of unlimited data.  I restrict my data usage when I am told, but my host and I did not have any conversation about data limits.  I discovered too late that it is noted on the Airbnb house manual, so it is my bad.

Saturday, while waiting for my phone, I decided to catch up on two of my shows and ended up successfully streaming four episodes in total.  Yes, there was enough data for me to stream 4 entire episodes.  But then I had NO Wi-fi.  Nada! Given the aforementioned power outages, I assumed that the internet was just down even though the router was on.  Hey, it happens sometimes back home…. Sunday morning I figured out what I had done.

A few problems:

  • I had not yet figured out the landline situation.  It is why I figured it out. I found a phone attached to the wall but it wouldn’t let me call anything.  It had a very odd dial tone and was just useless.  See the photo for the age of the technology.  At least it isn’t a rotary phone!
  • I had no phone to access mobile data, to contact my travelling host or to access my emergency contacts which I keep in a Samsung note on my phone. (That shortsightedness is now being corrected btw)

I got over my helpless mind set and began problem solving.

  • I moved the phone to the phone line by the router and success! I could call out.  I tried calling my host but her phone must be off.
  • I called the internet provider hoping to top up with my credit card. I wasn’t optimistic because I don’t have the account information but I learned what to do.  I just need to get to an outlet that sells data PINs.  *I did’t have to do this. Debbie, my exceedingly accommodating host upgraded the internet and now I am all good*

I typed this while I had no internet, no cell phone, no transportation and limited contacts.  I was safe though.  I could go next door and reach out to Noreen and her husband Adrian.  I could bother Pardon, the gardener who lives on the property.  I could dial Fran incessantly until she picks up.  And I am in a safe neighbourhood.  Some embassy people live here.  I have seen armed guards patrolling the area.  The golden retriever Bronxie for company. I also have digital tv, enough to eat, a pool, and a beautiful property to enjoy.

Now all is well.  I have been taken care of my some lovely ladies in Zimbabwe – Debbie, Fran and Tandy’s wife (and Tandy of course).  I will keep my phone close, stop streaming and abusing Wi-fi data and live just slightly more modestly (reasonably?) than my spoiled North American self is accustomed to at home.

The phone that saved me: Old reliable

So this is happening

Ark Zimbabwe:  For the next nine weeks I will be working is a pro-bono accountant with this NGO in Harare.  They are starting a new maternal and neo-natal mortality reduction programme, involving clinical training programmes to improve local skills, and an education programme.  I was recruited via their UK parent organization Ark (Absolute Return for Kids) to help out for approximately three months.

The initial scope of work is generically defined as Capacity building in Finance team.  The original Ark Zimbabwe programme that ran from 2012 was coming to an end so the team was reduced to a skeleton staff.  A bid for funding for a 5-year programme was successful and now they are now re-building.

A new Finance & Operations Manager and Finance Assistant both started very recently and have done a great job getting the reporting up to speed, but there is work to be done to establish robust grant recovery procedures and financial policies and procedures as quickly as possible.  There is also a one-off task to finalize the work to establish the organisation as a local organisation, independent of Ark UK.

I am thrilled to be a small, short term member of this dynamic and dedicated team!

First full day in Zimbabwe

I hope to have better luck with jetlag this time and I am off to a good start. I actually slept through the night! After breakfast I strolled around the grounds here at Cresta Lodge. I have a thing for trees, so here are some of my favourites. I will have information on the nature of my volunteer work in a week or so.