AWARE of sanctions

21 07 2011

While waiting for my printer cartridges to be recharged yesterday I picked up a brochure for AWARE (animal and wildlife area research and rehabilitation) which is a really worthwhile NGO/charity set up by Zimbabwe veterinarians committed to help saving Zimbabwe’s besieged wildlife. While browsing their site to see a bit more than was on the brochure I noticed that I could donate through PayPal, my pet hate on the internet. This is why: “Error 3028: You have accessed your account from a sanctioned country. Per international sanctions regulations, you are not authorized to access the PayPal system, For more information about your PayPal account status, contact complianceverification@paypal.com”.

It’s not the first time that I have tried donating to a worthwhile cause and fallen foul of PayPal’s adherence to “sanctions”. In Zimbabwe’s case the sanctions are supposed to be targeted on certain individuals who no doubt find it slightly inconvenient and certainly have the means to circumvent them. Pity the charities and others with no particular political affiliations who are hurt by the system; they certainly don’t have the means, otherwise they would not be advertising.

Now I am sure AWARE  is not looking to Zimbabweans in Zimbabwe for donations but as you can see by the error message, ANYONE trying to make a payment from a “sanctioned” country is blocked. I am sure  with a little bit of effort and thought a system to allow vetted (no pun intended) charities to receive donations through PayPal could be set up. It’s a pity that PayPal seems to have corned this particular market and I am not at all sure that they are actually required to impose sanctions on Zimbabwe (Amazon does not have an issue at all). I am told that there are ways around this that require use of a satellite link that shows the IP address to be other than in Zimbabwe but I could not be bothered to find a satellite link so I guess that PayPal has won this one. AWARE, of course, has lost.





No liquidity

10 07 2011

“There’s just no liquidity” said Phil the Banker, glumly shaking his head. I also blame this lack of cash on the run of poor business we’ve had at the nursery over the last 3 months. Of course, having to rely on diesel power to irrigate one’s crops as the national power grid is so unreliable doesn’t help either.
“Yes”, I replied, “we are just not producing anything”. This is not strictly true, we areproducing lots of diamonds, probably in excess of 1 billion US dollars worth but precious little (excuse the pun) is getting back into the economy.

The retail economy is definitely suffering too. I have been doing a bit of browsing with view to replace at least one of the armchairs I own that probably predate me – they are more than a bit tatty and uncomfortable too. I have been into three outlets that sell furniture this week and in all cases I was the only person in the shop. The cheapest armchair I could find was US$450 which puts replacing the entire suite well into the fantasy realm. Yes, I don’t have the liquidity either! There was not a lot of choice in style either and curiously, just about everything was covered in leather which is obviously targeting the luxury market. Made in Zimbabwe? Just one chair.





The dirty state

7 07 2011

I returned from a week long visit to South Africa recently and unusually chose to drive to Jo’burg and back. Well, I was expecting to buy all sorts of things for the business and myself that would not fit in a suitcase.

I last drove to South Africa in 2009 before the start of the World Cup when frenzied preparations were being undertaken. I mainly saw the effect of all this on the road system and in places the going was tedious. This time the benefits were obvious; the roads in South Africa are probably the best I have driven on anywhere in the world! Zimbabwean roads are by any standard, appalling. Though there were no vehicle dismembering potholes (maybe the tolls ARE going somewhere useful) there were sections so undulating that 80km/h was a prudent speed. South African roads are also tolled and cost anything from $1.50 to $5 but it seems that the tolls do go into road maintenance – the toll roads are privately run. Under South African law there has to be an alternative route to the toll road which is not the case in Zimbabwe.

My impression of the South African economy is that it is robust. The Clearwater shopping centre in Roodepoort in south-western Jo’burg has changed markedly since I was last there last September. It’s bustling with shoppers too. Of course this is in direct contrast to the Zimbabwe economy which, according to the Economist, is the second worst performing in the world. Haiti is the worst. And what’s more they are advertising credit cards on the radio! I find it difficult to believe in the face of all this that the South African economy is doomed as is a commonly expressed opinion amongst whites (especially). Yes, South Africa does have its problems. Whilst I was there COSATU (Congress of South African Trade Unions) was effectively calling for a communist state (uncompensated take over of private business and land a la Zimbabwe) and being highly critical of the status quo and they were being taken seriously enough that the CEO of Anglo American (a very large and powerful multinational based in South Africa) was weighing-in and rallying commerce against this threat but it has since emerged that COSATU had no economic plan of their own.

And South Africa is clean. Zimbabwe is littered with plastic bags by the road and also the occasional dead donkey or cow killed by the heavy transport. The joke used to be that the plastic bag was the national flower of South Africa but it seems that this situation might have reversed and Zimbabwe is now the dirtier of the two neigbouring states. Crime however, always a bane of the southern neighbour, has not improved. Staying with friends near Hartebeespoort Dam north-west of Jo’burg was an exercise in alarms and infra-red beams at night and they’d had two attempts to break in in the last month and were expecting another. Of course this happens here too but not to this extent and seldom during the day. Zimbabwe officials are much more friendly too. I didn’t come across a single toll collector on the roads who didn’t want to have a chat. Customs officials too were friendly unlike their South African counterparts. But yes, the South African border was more efficient!





The garlic won’t grow

25 06 2011

Garlic is grown from the cloves and the bigger the cloves the better the result. There has been some really nice garlic in the supermarkets this year and it’s about the only thing the birds don’t attack in my veggie garden so I was keen to give it a try. It all rotted in the ground. So when Steve mentioned that he was growing garlic I asked how he got it to germinate.
“The stuff coming in from China is all irradiated before it gets to South Africa” he laughed. “I don’t know if it is done to kill any pests or to protect the South African market” he added. Oh well, I won’t bother trying again the. At least it tastes pretty good!





No trains past here anymore

23 06 2011

I’d stopped just off the main Mutare road on Monday on my way back from a weekend in Mutare to investigate where the gearbox oil was coming from that I’d noticed on the back window of the Landcruiser. While I was checking out the leak on the differential seal a pickup truck stopped and and oldish guy with a strong Afrikaans accent asked if I was OK.

We got chatting and I mentioned that I was surprised that there were any white farmers left in the area.
“Ja, but there are not many of us left now” he said. “I went to John Cowie School here” he continued. (This is a junior school in the nearby town of Rusape.) “I was a sporty type” he continued, warming to the subject. “One year I won the 100 yards, the 220 yards, the high jump and the long jump. And there was this big cake too you know. It was the prize for whoever won the pellet-gun shooting and I won that too! So they decided I should got to school in South Africa. Three days and two nights it was on the train to Bloemfontein” he continued. He paused for a moment and then said “But we don’t see the trains come past here anymore”.

We chatted on for a bit about people we knew and I introduced him to Kharma and we discussed dogs for a while. “Hey, just remember I live just around the corner if you need any help” he said on parting. His pickup truck rattled and bounced off down the road and I got back to the oil leak.





Chancers

23 06 2011

A note arrived on my desk last week. There were two columns listing the prices of basic commodities such as maize meal, salt, sugar, cooking oil, rent and flour under the headings of “Old price” and “New price”. Apparently prices have gone up some 20% though over what period it did not say. It is no co-incidence that today is wage day and without actually saying it, this was a request for an increase. There was a wage increase in February of 28% so I was more than a bit annoyed and some of the supposed prices listed looked more than a bit hight to me. Shopping is not one of my fortes but I am aware of what prices are so decided to check them out.

I called into a local supermarket on the way back from town and after checking around found that current costs of the listed commodities were actually LESS than those listed on the “Old price” column! When I mentioned this I was told yes, but these prices are for the supermarket where we live. Well in that case it is worth getting on the bus and going into town. I will see later today if there is another request for a meeting with the labour to discuss this.

Earlier this week another chancer arrived at the office. Smartly dressed, he waited politely at the door while I was on the phone. I glanced at the government letterhead on the paper but did not take much in except that it there was something about “Anti Sanctions Music” and they were looking for money. I suppose I should have perused it a bit closer but I couldn’t be bothered. When I asked incredulously what “Anti Sanctions Music” was I was told it was just that; they wanted to make music against the targeted sanctions imposed on various individuals and organizations in Zimbabwe. The cheek of it; they wanted me to give the government (or whomever it was) money so that they could make protest songs! I told him I wasn’t into that type of money and handed the letter back.





The solar (dis)advantage

9 06 2011

There is something appealing to being able to generate one’s own electricity – especially in Zimbabwe where I thoroughly resent the attitude of the supply authority, ZESA, who seems to turn off the power at a whim and shows precious little interest in upgrading the grid. So it was with more than a passing interest that I asked about the solar panels at my local electrical hardware outlet this afternoon.

The largest costs US$750 and puts out 150W.
In Zimbabwe we pay around 10c a unit (kWh) for our supplied electricity. $750 would thus buy 7500 units.
The solar panel could theoretically put out 1.35 units a day (8 hours of usable sunshine x 150W).
It would take 6944 days at this rate to equal the 7500 units of ZESA supplied power. This is assuming an 80% efficiency conversion to mains power through a battery and inverter; which might be optimistic. (I don’t know if the panel requires full sunshine incident at 90 degrees to generate the 150W).
Now the salesman said the lifetime of the panel should be around 25 years. 6944 days is 19.29 years if the sun shines for 8h every day which of course it doesn’t. Nor have I included the price of a deep cycle battery (around $200) or the inverter (about $150). Do that and the payback period jumps to 28.29 years. And the battery will need to be replaced at least every 5 years! Factor in the replacement batteries and it would take around 49 years to pay back the investment to the equivalent of $750 of the grid electricity.

Why bother?





Frustration

3 06 2011

“So how’s it going – saving the world?” I joked to the public health doctor this afternoon.
“Not very well” he replied. “We cannot address more than eight people without having police permission. If we send a person out to educate a group of people on HIV/AIDS he (or she) is immediately seen as partisan to a political party and reported. Our funding only lasts until the end of 2012” he said pointing to the logo of a branch of the UN on the side of his truck “and we are just standing still. There IS going to be an election this year and the (political) temperature is rising.”

I told him that yesterday I’d had a meeting with another branch of the UN which had a project going in rural Zimbabwe and wanted me to quote on a large order of onion seedlings. It hadn’t sounded very well thought out to me so I went along to discuss it. The manager of the project really wanted to get it going quicker than the 8 weeks it would take us to grow the seedlings so I suggested that they did it the old fashioned way with seed beds. I asked why there was such a rush to be told it was to keep idle young hands out of the way of the Devil – metaphorically speaking. I addedto the doctor that the last NGO order we’d done was sent out to the rural areas overnight to reduce the chance of being intercepted and disrupted.

“Why do we have to put up with this?” said the doctor, getting into his pickup. “Why can’t we just do as we like?” he added as he drove off.





Getting by

3 06 2011

“That’s not my change up there, is it?” I said pointing to the packets of biscuits, sweets and crisps on a shelf.
“No” said Christine and giggled. “It’s nothing to do with Forestry Commission”.
I was in the Forestry Commission seed sales office looking for eucalyptus seed to grow in the nursery. They didn’t have the species I wanted as the seed had been sent for germination testing. It seemed that Christine, the officer on duty, was doing a bit of moonlighting to help get by. The civil servants in Zimbabwe are notoriously badly paid so I was not at all surprised.

Earlier I had driven past a vlei in Mount Pleasant where two tractors were busy cutting and baling grass and there was a sign by the road advertisng the bales for sale. It is municipal ground but I couldn’t determine if they were municipal tractors. At least they were making use of the grass which every year gets burnt. Elsewhere there are other people busy cutting and combing thatching grass in the hope that they can sell it. Despite the patchy rains last season the veld is looking good which unfortunately means the fires will be severe and there already has been one at the front of where I live. It was too early in the season to be hot and damaging. That will come later.





Universal language

28 05 2011

They say that sex is a universal language. I guess it must be with the world population knocking at the door of 7 billion but in Zimbabwe one cannot go far wrong with music. I have recently finished constructing a music amplifier for my Landcruiser through which I play my MP3 player. I have to admit I’m still at the “enamoured” stage and cannot resist showing it off and yes, honestly, it IS good!

This afternoon when I stopped at a traffic light, one of the ubiquitous newspaper vendors commented to me; “Nice music sah!”  “Yes” I responded, “we all need good music” and we both jived along a bit to Starship’s “Nothing’s going to stop us now” until the lights changed.