The Education Issue

27 09 2010

Shelton is my “professeur de Francais” and today he was recounting to me, in French, how last week he and some friends from his church had visited a rural school in the Hurungwe district near Karoi in the north west of the country. There are some 500 elementary pupils and 167 senior pupils. The fees for the term (about 12 weeks) for the juniors is $3 each and for the seniors $10. A large percentage cannot even afford that. The government is supposed to help out with the teachers’ salaries but given that the school is one hour off the main road not a lot of money gets to them (there are other reasons too). No wonder the rural education is such a mess and teachers so scarce. Private schools, mostly in the towns, are considerably better off and hopelessly difficult to get one’s children into. One I know of demands a $10,000 non-returnable deposit for each new child.

The Hurungwe school was very grateful for the gifts of exercise books, pencils, chalk etc. that Shelton and his friends took along.





le Malaise de Zimbabwe

16 09 2010

My French teacher has a full-time job with Air Zimbabwe but that changed this week with the pilots’ strike. Like a lot of Air Zim staff the pilots are owed a lot of money (around US$6000 each according to mon professeur) and they eventually got fed up waiting.  The strange thing is that one Air Zim executive was quoted as saying that the strike was costing around $500,000 a week in lost earnings (some simple maths bears this out) – so they should be able to pay the staff if that sort of money is coming in. The senior management are not on strike of course. The chief executive gets a late model Benz SUV and like a lot of the other senior staff there are children’s education benefits, fuel allowances, cheap flights etc. This whole sorry mess started around a year ago and shows no sign of being resolved. After all, are the senior staff going to give up a few benefits in order to help the national carrier’s financial woes? Not likely!





Zimbabwe Absurdity

12 09 2010

“Due to circumstances beyond our control, the Freshlyground concert will no longer be taking place in Harare on the 3rd of October. We sincerely regret any inconvenience caused but hope for your continued support in our future events.”

So goes the comment on my Facebook page announcing the cancellation of the South African pop group’s local gig. I do wonder if it has anything to do with a video they produced recently for a song entitled “Chicken for Change” on a South African “Spitting Image” type satire show that featured the “impending departure” of Comrade Robert.

Yesterday at the airport we encountered another type of Zimbabwe absurdity that had Lucy spitting mad.  We’d just dropped her boyfriend off on a flight back to the UK and arrived back at the Land Cruiser to find that it had been wheel clamped for incorrect parking. There was a grubby piece of paper of a badly photocopied notice explaining that for $20 we could get it unlocked but if we removed the clamp it would get us a $100 fine. A parking attendant was found (not in any sort of uniform) and Lucy asked to see his identification which he produced. When she attempted to get the phone number off the back he got distinctly unco-operative and asked if we wanted to report a complaint. No, we replied, we just want to verify who you are.  He snatched the card away before she could copy the number and called some passing police. They were uninterested. Lucy duly went off to see about paying the fine and after a long sob story and bonding with the person manning the exit gate we were let off. The parking attendant came back all smiles and removed the clamp, which wasn’t even locked onto the wheel.

Two evening previously I’d picked up Lucy and Will, her boyfriend, from a local hotel where they’d been dropped off by the bus from Bulawayo. They were a good 2 hours late. It transpired that the bus company had refused to give a certain senior policeman a free ticket to Victoria Falls so he’d taken umbrage and set up roadblocks around Bulawayo. The bus company had hired some smaller mini-buses instead of using their large and very ostentatious coach but still they were stopped. The senior policeman picked on one of the bus company staff and had her arrested on a spurious charge and did likewise for a professional hunter who was moving back to Harare with his weapons. Perhaps not so much absurd as churlish.





Zimbobwe

7 09 2010

A stamp for a card to Europe

What exactly is the country name on this stamp? Zimbabwe or Zimbobwe?





The statuesque soap opera

31 08 2010

A soap opera is unfolding outside the Karigamombe Centre in central Harare. It seems the Ministry of Home Affairs has found it a suitable place to honour the late Joshua Nkomo who is sometimes known as the “Father of Zimbabwe” a title Bob would prefer for himself.

The grand irony, or insult, here is that “Karigamombe” means “The one who fells bulls” in shona (though “mombe” does not specify what type of bovine it is) and “Nkomo” in siNdebele (Nkomo’s home language) means “bull”. It was presumed the name of the building was to honour the defeat of Nkomo’s PF ZAPU party by ZANU-PF, the ruling party run by Robert Mugabe. Nkomo’s family has taken umbrage at this and the erection of the statue has stalled although the plinth is already there.

Did the aforesaid Ministry really miss the significance of all this? Will the Ministry of Home Affairs back down and what statue will be erected here instead? Wait for the next episode!





Wildlife outside the door

31 08 2010

Blue headed lizard outside my back door

Normally very shy this blue-headed lizard posed for some time on a stump outside the kitchen door on Saturday afternoon. The black background is shadow on the ground. I cropped the picture slightly – that is all!





The state of the park

27 08 2010

We did not get off to a good start. I had instructed Lucy and Will to stay in the vehicle and not say anything otherwise we would have to pay extra entrance fees for foreigners and I was damned if I was going to do that. I walked to the gate “house” to make the entry payment. Of course the woman attending the gate did not have change and had no suggestions as to how we were going to overcome the issue. It was all of 11 dollars and 10 just would not do – the good old Zimbabwean attitude that it is best to have nothing and be inflexible than get something. I boiled, muttered and eventually scratched around to find the exact amount.

I reflected as we drove into Nyanga National Park that the state of a nation is reflected in its national parks. The roads were not good and a low clearance vehicle would have had serious problems with it. The once neat Nyanga Research Station was decrepit and abandoned, windows broken and doors ajar though curiously the adjacent orchard was still neat. I remember the Research Station as a child and was fascinated by the director, one Bud Payne who had the longest beard I’d ever seen. A bit further up the road we drove through the remains of a stand of exotic conifers. Once majestic only a few trees are alive now – the rest are dead, victims of poor fire management. Instead of being felled and sawn for some desperately needed revenue they have been left as a monument to incompetence and neglect. One had actually fallen across the road and was supported by another tree on the other side of the road. It didn’t seem likely to fall so we continued up towards the Mare Dam.

Wattle trees require fire to germinate so have invaded large areas of the park and little has been done to remove them – at best a mammoth task – but almost impossible with the negligable resources available to the Park. I did see evidence of controlled burning on the grassveld towards the north so maybe they are concentrating on what they know they can do. The 16th century ruins of a fort we visited were still in good condition (invasive species kept out) and I dawdled looking for flowers to photograph while Will and Lucy explored. On the way back down the hill we came across two waterbuck incongrously standing in the road like shaggy overgrown goats. They moved off unconcerned – at least the poaching seemed under control!

I noticed on the way into town this morning that the traffic lights on Harare Drive where I cross it had been repaired and were working! I suppose that is progress of a sort. But precious few lights were working on the way to the Tobacco Research Board. The electricity situation is definitely NOT improving.

Lucy, Will and myself on Worlds View





Time to stand up for a name

21 08 2010

I used to take Jenni with me to work when I knew I was not going into town – I was paranoid about the appalling standard of driving and getting her involved in an accident (I was once asked to pick up a friend’s children from school – it was the most tense driving I’ve done in a long time). Customers like her, she was very friendly and likeable. A black customer once asked me what type of dog she was. A Rhodesian Ridgeback I replied. Not Zimbabwean? No, Rhodesian – that is how the breed was described in 1928 and that is how it stays. He made some facetious remark.

In this country we whites seem to be pussy-footing around our history. I forget who said “You can re-write history all you like but you cannot change it” but I find myself increasingly less sensitive and using the R word where it is justified – in my opinion at least. At one time I used to put on my South African visa application that I was born in Southern Rhodesia, educated in Rhodesia and lived in Zimbabwe! The South Africans I’ve come across seem far less timid and very proudly call their dogs Rhodesian Ridgebacks.





Sucker

21 08 2010

Maybe I’m just a slow learner or maybe I just like sharing information (basically just showing off). I do know that after nearly 11 years in the business of growing seedlings I do know a lot about it.

The tobacco companies are going “green” which is a bit ironic considering that people die from smoking cigarettes. It seems that they are trying to force contracted growers to grow their own fuel (gum trees) for curing the tobacco. In theory that should be good for my business as we are good at growing the Eucalyptus seedlings that they require.

First was Matthew who has been contracted to grow gum seedlings for Tobacco Company A: “We are not in competition with you – we are only growing trees for our contract farmers so I was wondering if you could help me with some information”.  So I helped him out but intentionally forgot some vital information. He made no mention of paying me.

Second was Colin who works for Tobacco Company B: He was much smarter and dangled a juicy carrot of an inferred large order of gum tree seedlings (“It makes much more sense if you do them, at least for this year”). I was bled of information on several occasions and the order has not materialised – maybe he had no intention of getting me an order. Sucker me.

Third was Claire who has her own nursery business  not related to tobacco: Bless her, she offered to pay straight away and I will go around to her setup next week to see if I can help but I think it is really just a management issue.





Hiatus

20 08 2010

I have been uninspired since Jenni’s death. It’s not that I haven’t been writing, on the contrary, I filled 21 pages of my diary with my memories of her, but it’s private stuff that I won’t be posting here. I just can’t seem to find much to write about.

We actually managed to get a group of pilots together for the long weekend this month and head up to Nyanga. It was to be my first flying since the neck op in March and I was not at all sure that my right arm would cope as it is so much weaker than before. The Sunday we all went off to the Honde site (east facing) which is spectacular enough, overlooking the Honde Valley into Mozambique. I was too nervous to fly at midday but by the afternoon when I’d plucked up courage the wind had dropped to nearly nothing and it wasn’t worth the effort. Still, it was nice to chill with flying buddies in the evening and drink a beer and talk the usual pilot talk.

It was westerly on Monday and we waited around at World’s View. Pete and Manu offered to get me off the hill and after more than a bit of dithering on my part I got a clean, easy launch and headed out to find a thermal. The previous inexperienced pilot had missed all available thermals and sunk out to the “turkey patch” without ever getting above take off. I headed away from the takeoff and soon picked up a nice thermal that took me nearly 1000m above take off and the flight was on. It was quite emotional for me; Jenni should have been with me and a good friend, Trevor Ambrose had died suddenly early on Sunday morning in Harare. But I settled into the flight and enjoyed the smooth relatively strong climbs and landed 1.5hrs later at the National Parks grid into the park. A very slow flight but enjoyable..

Last week I had to go to Jo’burg for a follow up consultation with the surgeon who did my neck op. Setting the alarm at 04h15 I got to the airport by 05h30 only to find I was the first in the queue. I still managed to be last onto the plane which was fully booked.

I’d plenty of time to do my own thing so after sorting out a bit of business I looked up Cheryl whom I’d contacted about getting another Rhodesian Ridgeback dog. She’s a breeder in Edenvale and invited me around the next day to see a bitch she was thinking of rehoming due to some breeding difficulties with her – she was also being bullied by the other dogs. I knew I was being assessed but had taken the precaution of directing her to Jenni’s album on my Facebook page. We got on well and she introduced me to Kharma, a young, very gentle bitch who is a quite different build from Jenni but a similar temperament. It took a while but Cheryl eventually agreed that I could have Kharma (I’d pay for her to fly up to Harare – a road trip would be too risky).

I saw the doctor that afternoon and he pronounced himself satisfied with the result. I didn’t point out that the right arm was still not up to the functionality it had before the op.

On Tuesday I went past the Department of Livestock and Veterinary Services to see if I could get an import licence for Kharma. I’d been alerted that there was a ban on all animal and animal products into Zimbabwe from South Africa but an internet search revealed it was all about protecting local industry rather than preventing Rift Valley Fever getting in. There was a poster up on the wall informing all that there was a total ban on the import of animals and animal products from South Africa. But I asked anyway. No, there was no ban, it had been lifted. Yes! I was too elated to bother pointing the poster out.

I should have picked the permit up today but did not go that way. So it will have to be Monday. There is no rush, Kharma only flies up in 2 weeks – I think Cheryl is getting a bit possessive! That’s a good sign.