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.





Just a town

7 06 2009

Harare is the capital city of Zimbabwe but in reality it is just an oversized town, which has its advantages – it’s really easy to get away from! My favorite getaway is the Komani Microlight Club, some 8 km out of town along the Mazowe road. As the name suggests it is the centre for microlights in the country but us poor cousins who fly models get to use a small area just off the main runway. It’s a great socializing centre too but this weekend we were just flying and chilling!





It does not take much

4 06 2009

There were 8 bags of maize (corn to the Americans) standing next to the shed. It was about 400kg belonging to Stan, one of my landlord’s labourers. Knowing that Tony, the landlord, kept immaculate records I asked him for the figures (he had cutlivated a number of plots for his labourers, supplied the seed, fertilizer and chemicals).

Each plot was 0.1 ha which would give a yield of 4t/ha which is about average for a commercial crop of rain fed maize though with a bit of attention it can go considerably higher.
Everything had cost $50
It would easily last Stan and his wife and child the year with a fair bit to spare (maize is the staple diet of Zimbabwe but is has a lower protein content than wheat so requires supplementation). 

Stan earns some $50 a month before overtime and does not pay income tax (this has not always been the case – the lowest tax bracket used to start at LESS than a dollar a day!).  Yes, he will have to pay the $50 back but considering that it will keep him going for a year it’s not a lot. But Stan is the exception in that he has a regular income. Some 80% of Zimbabweans are unemployed and most will require food assistance and the bulk of Zimbabwe’s estimated requirement of 1.8 million tonnes of maize for human consumption will have to be imported.





Gun licences

26 05 2009

There was a  DVD in the computer of some sort of music video finalists. Some were in English, others in black languages – South African I guessed, judging by the video content. The camera kept on focusing on the unzipped shorts of the white girl dancers just when they did the pelvic thrusting bit. In fact there did not seem to be much else that they did. The singers were black males. The detective who was typing out my letter of recommendation to renew my lapsed firearms licences seemed to know when the more explicit footage was showing and kept leaning over from hammering away on his manual typewriter to have a look. I mentioned that it was quite explicit stuff that didn’t need a lot of translating; he grinned and turned back to hammering away, apparently unaware of the irony of using a computer to watch marginal music videos and a manual typewriter to type up documents. Well, I suppose there was no printer that I could see. There were more old typewriters under a pile of firewood in the corner and a bicycle parked behind the bench on which I was sitting. A number of sheets of paper were taped to a wall detailing Wanted Persons (blank), Riotous Disturbances By Political Parties (blank) and various other crimes (blank) month by month since the beginning of the year. It seems that Borrowdale is a quiet precinct.

I’d managed to let the licences lapse through nothing else than carlessness; for some reason I’d convinced myself that they expired November THIS year. Nobody was too phased and now after getting my fingerprints of both hands, individual fingers, all fingers at once and then each thumb in duplicate (what happens if I lose both hands – but he missed the joke entirely) and having to wipe off the ink on the grass for want of any other useful surface, I was going through the motions of renewal. The detective should have come with me to inspect the gun cabinet at work to see that it was secure but after a bit of pondering decided to just get on with the recommendation. Maybe the music DVD was more compelling.

The woman who took the payment for renewal and the fines for lapsing was very friendly and even went over to the shopping center across the road to get change because I could not pay for everything in one lump sum but each payment had to have the serial numbers of the notes for the EXACT amount on each receipt and I only had the TOTAL amount. Whatever. I put my mind into neutral and wondered about the beheaded soap stone sculpture in the someone unkempt garden and the empty disposable syringe with the needle attached lying on the desk opposite. After about half an hour it was all complete and getting the hint that “we are eating now” decided to go home and get my own lunch.

Tomorrow I’ll tackle the Central Firearms Registry in town.





Getting Away

26 05 2009

It’s been nearly two years since I logged a flight so I was rather nervous on takeoff. Still, the Honde is a forgiving site and with a bit of help I was soon airborne and able to enjoy the amazing vistas of the valley to the east and the Mozambique plains. It was even more important to get away to a stunning part of the country that I’d negelected for too long and enjoy the company of a group of great like-minded friends.





Changing attitudes

21 05 2009

Wages are paid in Zimbabwe according to a structured system. The National Employment Council (NEC) for each particular industry works as an arbiter between the unions and employers and eventually a minimum wage structure is agreed. In February, which was the start of the official dollarization (we’d been paying in US dollars since October last year), the NEC for Agriculture came up with the current wage structure and set it as being valid for three months, purely to cover themselves in the case of, well, pretty much anything. My labour forces have latched on to this as being an indication that wages are going to go up this month, despite the fact that just about everything has got cheaper. I guess this is not too surprising given that over the last 2 years or more wages were going up over 100% a month, I mean, one can be optimistic can’t one? Why shouldn’t’ they be getting more?





Third World dentistry

8 05 2009

Zimbabwe’s dentists are a mixed bunch; lots of Eastern Europeans from the days when from the perspective of Yugoslavia Zimbabwe seemed like paradise. They may be regretting that now. Some are locals but my current one is a Ghanaian who met and married a Zimbabwean whilst training in the UK. He’s a pleasant and competent fellow and takes the time to explain exactly what he is going to do and why and, very importantly, how much it will cost. So I like him.

Today started inauspiciously. The usual injection and then he started moving furniture around to get to a plug for a device that wasn’t working. He doesn’t have many electrical devices. He asked me to look at the fuse but I couldn’t see anything wrong.  The device (an amalgam mixer) still would not  function though he had another that was for something else but could be adapted. It was just as well that the power had just come back on. I took the advantage to have a closer look around his surgery.  It’s all covered in old but clean linoleum –  no tiles here! Various dentistry things are stored on the counter in cardboard boxes and nothing appears new. Only one light tube in the ceiling is working and he got a bit short with the dental nurse for not turning on the compressor in the bathroom. Erm, I guess one could call it functional dentisty. Still, it all went without a hitch and the filling that had fallen out after some 30 years was quickly replaced.





Running amok

6 05 2009

It even made the Poetry Cafe where they read poetry every day at HIFA. A woman claiming to be a genuine war veteran (she was about my age so it was possible) said as part of a recital that a white farming family in Chegutu, some 70km out along the Bulawayo road, had been forced to frog jump all day in their underwear for “not obeying the rule of looting”. I confirmed that this area had been badly affected from a customer this afternoon though he did not know about this particular incident. 

The Poetry Cafe can be an interesting place and at times has an air of rebelliousness that can be quite exciting. The poets can be quite outspoken though there are not that many of them which I guess is why the thought police tend to leave the place alone. One show in particular this year that was surprisingly audacious was Beauty and the B.E.E. Put on at one of the theatres it was a political satire by a white South African male dressed as a black South African business woman. He skewered and insulted local and South African politicians, including our honourable president, men, women, blacks, coloureds, Indians, maids… Nobody was spared. It was very funny and he got away with it. Three performances were held to capacity audiences! Are the thought police slacking? Who knows!

Chatting to a black customer who comes from Bindura north of Harare this afternoon, he asked me what crops he could grow. It seems that his market has vanished. The mines in that area that were the mainstay of the economy have all closed due to falling prices and erratic power supplies. I couldn’t really help. Amazingly he was optimistic. He’d bought his farm in 1996 and it had done him well. He seemed to think he could survive. An unusual fellow he was very well spoken and had his hair in a pony tail – something you don’t see in blacks often. Even in the arts world.

South Africa has removed the requirement for Zimbabweans to get a visa to visit. I have speculated and discussed this with customers at length and the consensus is that it has to do with the World Cup next year. Zimbabweans are prized workers and often better educated than their South African counterparts (most speak English passably well). We’ll have to see if they have a change of heart.





HIFA 2009

5 05 2009

I have spent the last week working at HIFA. I was responsible for helping put out the daily news sheet and take photos for it and other purposes. It all went surprisingly well and I generally thought that the standard of shows was the highest it has ever been. They also sold the most tickets ever which was quite incredible. Obviously Zimbabweans are desperate for a bit of escapism. 

Below are some of the better or most representative photos I took in roughly chronological order. Some photos were not that good and some shows I did not photograph. I did not keep track of how many photos I took but I suppose it must have been around 120 or so a day.

This was a great way to get to know my new camera and I had to learn fast! By the last day my “hit rate” had improved enormously! Some of it was extremely challenging photography; low light levels, fast action and a lot of anticipation required. But I had loads of fun and couldn’t wait to get into the action every day. It’s been a long time since I’ve experienced that!





Pure Nature

25 04 2009

Africa has its problems but it’s just great for nature photography. 

The mantis I found lurking in a desk draw this morning. It’s very young without wings even. I love them; they are so cool. I also have a fascination for hawkmoths. They are just superbly adapted for fast flying – they even look fast sitting still!