Rumours of Rain

13 08 2009

Factmeter (FM) scale: 0 = nonsense, 1 = myth, 2 = dubious rumour, 3 = rumour, 4 = fact 2nd hand, 5 = fact 1st hand

It is August and the rains are not due until mid November. FM = 4

The veld is very dry and fires are everywhere. FM = 5

Richard Branson has been to Zimbabwe several times and has had meetings with Robert. FM = 5 (heard from 2 reliable sources).

Richard Branson is interested in investing in the Victoria Falls area, including the airport in exchange for a “feel good” project, likely fixing up the big Pariranyetwa Hospital in Harare. FM = 4.

The Russians are investing in a new double carriageway from the airport – they are being paid in cash and land for development en route. FM = 5 (I know one of the contractors and have seen the work going on). Why we need a double lane road from the airport is anyone’s guess.

The Russians are buying up a lot of the larger mines in the country. FM = 4

The Marange diamond fields will be returned to their rightful owners in the next 2 weeks. FM = 3 (reliable source but will have to see it happen.)

There is a gradual drift of people back to Zimbabwe in anticipation of a “turnaround”. FM = 3.

This year is an el Niño year which will cause erratic rains and drought. FM = 4 (it’s a weather forecast, how can it be fact?).





The (lack of) Information Industry

7 08 2009

On Sunday afternoon I noticed that Jenni looked like she’d come out of a horror movie where the eyes change to red, at least her right eye looked like it. A closer inspection indicated blood in her cornea and although it was not bothering her I took her off to the only veterinary surgery that was open on a Sunday.

The duty vet gave her a rather cursory examination, an anti-inflammatory injection that made here yelp and eye drops containing a cortisone and antibiotic. He seemed to think that the damage had been caused by some sort of trauma to the eye.

The next day there was little sign of the injury except for a slight darkening of the iris and what appeared to be coagulated blood in the corner of her eye. I breathed a sigh of relief and carried on with life.

Tuesday morning she yelped when I put the eye drops in. At lunch time when I came home my heart sank. Instead of the usual boisterous welcome she cowered at the gate, whining and yelping, her right eye completely closed against the sunlight. I got her into the truck and we went straight off to the surgery that I’d been to on the Sunday. A different vet was on duty and he was not helpful. He said he could not comment on the state of her inflamed eye as he had not seen it on the Sunday and how could it have deteriorated so quickly? He told me to continue with the eye drops for five days and then come back. I was less than impressed.

At three o’clock I was at the surgery where I usually go with Jenni. The vet who eventually saw her listened to what I said, examined the cornea for ulceration and changed the eye drops to a straight prednisolone (cortisone). On Wednesday morning the eye was much better though she was a bit subdued. But when I came back in the early afternoon she was cringing and whining again with the eye screwed up and the lower conjunctiva covering most of the eye. By morning I had my usual Jenni back again, full of nonsense and affection. I took her with me to work in the afternoon and all was fine. She jumped into the car to come home and I could see she was relishing a good run from the farm gate. I thought it wise not to let her. She got out the car and I could see the problem starting all over again. In ten minutes the eye was inflamed again and she was cowering from the light. Despite the eye drops going straight in the eye continued to deteriorate throughout the evening.

I was now more than a little depressed at the lack of progress and feeling more than a little left out of the information loop. The latter was rectified by a call to a vet friend of a friend who explained that in such cases the cause is often not identifiable so the only choice is to treat the symptoms and it can take a while to get the anti-inflammatory dosage right. The bleeding may or may not result in a reduction in vision in the affected eye and if it does not stop the eye must be removed. Not great news but why was I not given this information to start with? Why do I have to go to these lengths to get it? I may not have a veterinary degree but that does not make me stupid. I have come across this lack of communication in the medical field too, most notably with a highly renowned orthopaedic surgeon whom I have seen occasionally for knee problems. On all occasions I have had to squeeze him for information.

Some time ago I made similar comments to an anaesthetist who is married to a school friend of my sister’s and he said he’d experienced the same thing with his dentist. To be fair not all medical/veterinary professionals are as reticent with information as this but if any actually read this I would say:

  1. I am paying and I am concerned – I deserve to have a FULL explanation.
  2. If I cannot understand I will ask you to re-explain.
  3. If you think I will not understand then explain it in terms that I can understand (without talking down).
  4. It is not my problem that I might not understand what you are talking about; it is your communication skills that need brushing up.

Jenni is still not right as I write this so this afternoon she must go back to the vet. Hopefully I will get some more satisfactory information.





Getting old

7 08 2009

“… and I have brought and old dog that I’d like put to sleep” said the man, late thirties with two young boys, one of whom was holding a Jack Russell type puppy. Everybody oohed and aahed over the puppy which was cute in the way that all puppies are. I wondered if the old dog was being replaced, put out to pasture if you will. Certainly the man did not look at all perturbed as he smiled at the children showing off their new companion. I have had to “put dogs to sleep” that were infirm or in pain and it was not a pleasant business; they were my friends and I was doing what I reasoned to be the best thing for them. I had certainly did not wanted to wait around and pass the time of day waiting for the vet. Maybe the old dog was infirm, who was I to judge?

Once the vet had seen to Jenni’s eye and actually taken note of what I said unlike the previous one, who tried to tell me that her eye could not possibly have deteriorated since the previous day, I took her out to the truck. There was another pickup parked next to mine, dark blue with a fibreglass canopy on the back. One window of the canopy had been left open for the occupant. A large, wonderfully whiskery old face peered out alert and anxious at the open surgery door, waiting no doubt for the family to reappear. Who am I to judge?





Peace (be upon you)

25 07 2009

“President Mugabe last week proclaimed yesterday, today and tomorrow as peace days — during which Zimbabweans from different political persuasions are expected to encourage and promote national healing and reconciliation.” (see the rest of the hypocrisy here).





A grand irony

8 07 2009

“But you will only be able to use it outside the country” said Joyce.

I tried unsuccessfully to look disappointed but could only marvel at the irony. For my entire adult life I have been trying to get money out of Zimbabwe by various means and now here I was, being told that I could ONLY use the credit card for which I was applying outside the country! There will be a limit on it of course but who cares!

In another sign of the times I’d just phoned the offshore company that administers my other credit card because for some reason it had been blocked. It seems that the details had been stolen though how they knew I don’t know as there were no illegal transactions listed. I suspect that it happened when I was in South Africa in March as some outlets don’t require the user to input the PIN for the on card chip. That should lead to some interesting times for next year’s World Cup.





Mother Hubbard’s cupboard is bare

4 07 2009

Andrew is a maize breeder and a director in his own seed company which is based just down the road from my house. I was chatting to him this morning about maize yields and why the USA can achieve higher yields than Zimbabwe. He was of the opinion it was mainly due to a longer day length and better research (maize research has been largely neglected in Zimbabwe in the last 20 years) which has resulted in cultivars that perform well at very high populations. I mentioned that the article (Google UNDERSTANDING AND MANAGING CORN YIELD POTENTIAL) that I’d read on the subject indicated that highest maize yields in the USA occurred on rain-fed crops. This would never occur in Zimbabwe where the rainfall is often erratic and best yields always occur on irrigated crops.

Irrigated agriculture is de rigeur in southern Africa especially when an el Nino strikes as seems highly likely this year. This was not usually too much of a problem as up until the mid 1990’s commercial agriculture was strong and farmers were encouraged to build dams (called reservoirs elsewhere) to cope with the endemic droughts and a system of water rights for irrigation was tightly controlled. The commercial farmers are now largely gone, forcefully evicted from their farms, though the dams are still there and unused as anyone who takes a daytime flight in or out of the country can easily see. Coupled with possibly the worst maize harvest on record despite a generally good rainy season (Andrew reckoned that rural yields might reach a dismal 200kg/ha – he spends a lot of time in the rural areas) the old nursery rhyme is likely to ring starkly true.

As is usual in Zimbabwean conversation he enquired how my business was going; OK I replied, but we were not very busy largely because there was so little money out there. He commented that his company still had hundreds of tonnes of various seed with contract growers and no-one had the money to buy it. What with the government ever more desperate to grab from the pool (see previous post) the situation is unlikely to improve.

So in typical ostrich fashion I went off to the open day at Komani Microlight Club where we fly models and snapped this photo!

Boys and their toys

Boys and their toys





Taken on trust

29 06 2009

Phil is a banker so of course I had to ask him how it was going with CABS, his employer. He admitted that very slowly things were improving but a policy change could wreck everything. I knew what he meant; I have been banking some, but definitely not all, my cash takings. I mentioned that so far I’d had no problems withdrawing whatever I needed, but yes, I was a bit apprehensive.

In the past the Reserve Bank has put limits on the amount of cash we were allowed to withdraw and on at least 2 occaisions have raided the FCAs (foreign currency accounts) of companies with failed promises to reimburse the victims. While we all have FCAs these days (well, US dollar accounts anyway) there is no guarantee that they will not raid them again – so just one minor bit of silliness from the government and the trust that keeps the banks in business would be gone – permanently!





In the pipeline

18 06 2009

Fuel is short again; specifically diesel.

The vast majority of Zimbabwe’s fuel requirements are imported by the state controlled NOCZIM (National Oil Company of Zimbabwe) whose incompetence/corruption is breathtaking. The fuel comes via pipeline from the Mozambican port of Beira (pronounced Bay-rah) some 460km away. I am not sure of the diameter of the pipeline but it must be at least 50cm or more. Whatever, there’s a lot of fuel in it at any one time. It can be a “mix” of types, separated by a device called a “pig”.

It seems that NOCZIM does not have the money to put any more fuel in at the Beira end of the pipe, so what is in the pipe cannot come out the Harare end. Why they should not have the money is open to question as the various individual importers have pre-paid for their fuel. This makes it sound suspiciously like a Ponzi Scheme (your investment is financing the previous person’s investment – just hope that someone will finance yours!).

In the past various individuals or companies have bailed NOCZIM out. We will have to wait and see if this will happen again.





Possibility and reality

12 06 2009

We got a pleasant surprise this week in the form of a 300000 tobacco seedling order to be sown as soon as possible. It means that I will have to get some more trays from the Tobacco Research Board but only once the deposit comes through.

Driving off to the bank to check if anything had happened I began to ponder the possibilities. Another customer was also talking about some very big orders of tomatoes and the Zimbabwe Tobacco Seed Association was wanting a sizeable order too so I was going to have to give the irrigation some thought. We have had pretty good power up until now but that could easily change and a couple more 5000 litre emergency tanks would be in order (there is a small diesel pump for them). There is an ancient but reliable Lister diesel pump at the main 125000 litre tank but it struggles to provide pressure to the far end of the nursery which we might well have to use. Maybe another Lister type engine to go the other end of the irrigation system and feed back from the emergency tanks? Then of course we have to get the water out of the ground and that would mean parking a generator right next to the borehole (some 200m from the office so the voltage drop from there would be too high) or getting a much bigger generator at the office block. Seedling medium in the form of composted pine bark is becoming a problem; the tobacco growers are also using it at this time of the year for their seedlings (methyl bromide which was being used to sterilize tobacco seed beds will not be available from next year) and supply from the one and only supplier is short. This was all quite exciting (and challenging)!

Then I got to the bank. None of the promised transfers had come through.





The long-term perspective

10 06 2009

My foreman was astounded that I was not that keen on a potentially massive order of cauliflower seedlings. I pointed out that if the said customer really went ahead with the order he would most certainly crash the market (assuming that the seedlings got to maturity). If I gave him advice to reduce the order to something more sensible he might remember that I’d given him good advice, tell his friends and come back for more regular business. My other customers growing the same crops would also appreciate me reigning him in and, though I would not go and tell them that I’d done so, they might well find out if I did not!

This “grab it now and worry about the future when it arrives” policy is all too familiar in Zimbabwe and presumably in the rest of Africa to a differing degree. Here its most insidious form is in the continuing land grabs which have largely contributed to the trashing of the economy and have left large swathes of once productive land derelict as the new “owners” discover that farming in southern Africa is a demanding occupation.

A couple of weeks ago I encountered one of the latter; a “politically connected” youngster who was looking at farming in the north of the country. He was astoundingly clueless and knew nothing of rotation, land conservation, soil sampling or even various types of tillage that once made Zimbabwe a net exporter of food. He had no idea of the whereabouts of any potential markets or crop timing to meet market demands or continuity of supply. I suggested that he go and do some market research and then I would be in  a position to offer advice. I don’t expect to see him back and I did not ask the name of the farm which he was intending to crop. How he came to be on it was obvious.