My friend Gary once commented to me that hell was being born and animal in Mozambique. He should know as he spent 8 years there, 5 of them living in close contact with the local community near Gorongoza. He saw bushbuck with their one front leg purposely broken so that they could not run away and stayed fresh for the pot. At least in Zimbabwe we have an active ZNSPCA and various other animal welfare organizations that strive to look after the lot of those of our 4 and 2 footed friends that cannot speak for themselves. But that doesn’t mean that abuses don’t occur of course. I have seen puppies for sale (though not recently) and 2 weeks ago saw a puppy in a cardboard box in the industrial sites crying for attention and being shouted at to shut up. It was moved before I could take a photo. Yes, some rural dogs I see are reasonably well-looked after but I would hesitate to say this is the norm.
So it’s pleasing when a local artist, Wallen Mapondera, takes up the cause and puts on an exhibition at the Gallery Delta in town. Not all art, is of course, created to be sold. My favorite piece is Friends for Sale but it is not art I could live with. Look closely at the picture and you can see that the SPCA has taken the first puppy.
- Target, 2013. Mixed media on paper. 70cm x 50cm
- Like Toys. 2013. Acrylic on paper. 70cm x 50cm
- Rope is the enemy 1, 2014. String drawing 17cm x 12cm
- Artist’s Statement
- Undressing to redress, 2014. Acrylic on canvas. 100cm x 80cm
- Friends for Sale, 2013. Acrylic on canvas 100cm x 80cm (I would call this Hung out to dry – hence the title)
The images are all taken, with permission, from the exhibition pamphlet. The exhibition was sponsored by the Swiss Embassy in Harare and opened by the ambassador, His Excellency Mr Luciano Lavizzari.






































































































It’s the small things
28 06 2014I felt absurdly pleased with myself. A whole $100 in NEW dollar bills! Now THAT was something to feel good about. But it had taken a bit of doing.
Dollar notes in Zimbabwe (the US type, our dollars disappeared towards the end of 2008 in a deluge of hyper inflation) are notoriously dirty and not that easy to come by. I keep the worst to give to the toll gates who cannot refuse them and really don’t have the time to quibble either. So when I find a source of them I exploit it. Like my local pharmacy where I deliberately hand over larger notes than necessary to get clean dollars back. Then I started to get suspicious; the pharmacy ALWAYS seemed to have new dollar notes.
Karyn looked slightly embarrassed “We get them from CBZ”.
“But also bank there and I can never get them”.
Now she looked a lot more embarrassed “Actually we don’t even bank there, we just go and get the change at lunch time”.
I pounced on this clue and called in to get the wages in the afternoon after gym. The teller gave me my breakdown but had only a few $5 notes.
“You can give me all the smaller stuff in ones if you like” I added helpfully (and hopefully).
She pulled out a bundle of truly revolting notes. I made a face.
“I will see what else we have” she said and went off and came back with a bundle of new $1s. Delighted I gathered up the stack of notes and asked for a rubber band (rekken in local lingo).
“Are you always needing new notes?” she asked.
“Oh yes please!” I responded. And another bundle of new dollar notes magically appeared.
Suddenly the afternoon looked really good.
I love the web address!
Crisp and clean – not for long!
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