Saturday, December 13, 2008

Zimbabwe : Then and Now




Great Zimbabwe Ruins : Part 1. "Wat we built without the whiteman"

Well, according to the Zimbabwean ‘Government’,


The Minister of Information and Publicity,
Cde Sikhanyiso Ndlovu, yesterday, described the epidemic as a calculated
attack on Zimbabwe.
"The cholera epidemic in Zimbabwe is a serious biological chemical war
force, a genocidal onslaught on the people of Zimbabwe by the British," he
said.
"Cholera is a calculated racist terrorist attack on Zimbabwe by the
unrepentant former colonial power which has enlisted support from its
American and Western allies so that they invade the country."


I lifted that via todays Zimsituation. Yawn, these people are getting tediously boring. What next, I ask you?


Cde Sikhanyiso Ndlovu went on to say

“The racialistic, imperialistic white pig Livingstone will be removed from Victoria Falls. Well, his statue. And the place is to be renamed ‘Mugabe Falls’ from this day, henceforth.”

After listening to a few complaints the Minister went on

“O.K., I made a small mistake, it will be called ‘Mugabe Rise’ falls.”


Meanwhile, back in the land of the living dead, the last whites struggle to stay alive. Times are hard. They have light switches that don’t run, taps that are running dry, cars running on empty and the neighbours worry if they get the runnies.

Mana Pools Nat Park. Somewhere in the middle of it.

Here is an interesting email that was forwarded on. Dunno who the person is, but is an interesting look at life in Harare. Just to twist the knife a bit, I have added some photos from ’84-94, before the place went tits-up.

GOOD MORNING ZIMBABWE , a lighter look on an average day in Zim!

I wake up, the sun is shining, the sky blue and cloudless and the Heuglin robin outside in the garden is singing madly . I lean out of bed and switch on the bedside light. No light! Oh no, that means the power is off again!. Go to the bathroom to wash my teeth, turn on the tap and it gurgles and hisses at me. Ooops no water either! Use the remaining water in the hot tap and burn my mouth and face. Great! Oh well maybe it will help not to get Cholera!!

Right, better phone the Zesa and water authorities. What a joke!! Phone rings and rings, no answer to either, although I have tried every number in book. Let's try the cell phone! Hmm should have known better, Network busy! and "the number you have called is not available, try later!" Impossible to phone anyone, even my neighbours. Give up and shout across fence. Yes they too have no water and lights. Oh well, I suppose they will come on again sometime!

A quick breakfast and off to the shops. Oh, forgot no electricity and the gas has run out for the camp stove. The milk is sour anyway and eggs. Oh well it's good for the figure!


Mana Pools, what a life, Ek-Se!


I drive to the gate, but have to get out and manually push it open, as the motor was stolen some time ago and we have not got round to get another. Damn the rubbish bag is STILL there, put it out days ago. Beggars been scrabbling in it too so paper all over the place. .Must remember to do something about it when I come back.

Turn on to the main rd, but have to edge half way into the road as all the sisal plants and bush on the side walk just left to go wild hide the road .

Off down the main rd I go.

OH my goodness!!! There is a huge yellow Hummer (huge tank like American car, been brought in to country, latest trend!) heading straight for me!! Is he mad!!! Phew, no he is just dodging pot holes and manages to miss me.
Wankie Nat Park
Now I have to do the "slalom" skiing thing as well, and dodge round the many potholes, but OW!!! Did not see that huge one, and hit it with a thump! Hope it did not break a spring or something.

Looking at the beautiful blue sky and the brilliant red blossom of the Flamboyant trees, wow, aren't they great, but my eye goes down the trunks to see the over grown broken side walks and piles of rubbish lying in the grass. Sigh! The odd rusted street light lies broken in half too. No wonder it's so dark at night.

Need to get some Zim cash now too. Oh no! What is that crowd of milling people???? Is it a riot? No, just the daily crowd queuing outside banks to get their daily 500,000m $ cash each. Some are asleep on ground next to the wall, looks promising!

Fight my way through into the bank. No the queue is just too long, it will take me all day. Will just get my account balance instead, that is a shorter queue so I wait. You get to hear all sorts of things in these 'Q's and make "new friends". No one very cheerful today tho. Lots of muttering about the general situation, no water etc.


Kariba sunset from a houseboat.

O.K get to the counter. Lethargic attendant, tosses her brassy coloured dreadlock styled hair out of her eyes and says "the lines are down." Well what do I do?? Know I have at least 50 billion dollars in my account, but could be weeks each queuing to get it out, and no one accepts cheques these days. What a good way to save money! Pity it devalues daily as well.

So muttering off I go, scrabble in my purse and find a few 2 million Zim $ and a 50 US$ note, so that should be fine.

I pop into TM and Bon Marche first. Oh, looks like they having a closing down sale? Just rows of empty shelves!! Most of the shop sort of closed off. Obviously it's loo paper and cornflakes day, as 2 shelves have only those spread out to look like a lot.! A few tired veg and a few other odd goods spread out. Takes not even 5 mins to rush round with a trolley, and still come out empty. Edgars is the same, big empty shop with a few rails of garments in one corner. Look at the prices of a blouse and nearly freak. HOW many zero's???? Maths was never my strong subject at school, but can't even figure it out, definitely millions, could be trillions?? Lethargic assistant busy talking on cell phone so can't ask her.

So off I go to another part of the suburbs! Drive thro a "river". No wonder we have no water! See a huge hole on the side where water is just pumping out, someone put a huge branch off a tree in luckily as one could just drive into it! Come up to some traffic lights, hesitate, are they working? Is that a red light ? Yes, but also a green!! That gets confusing. All cars hesitate but whoosh, some smart fellow in a brand new latest Merc. doesn t even pause, drives past us all loud music blaring and talking on his cell phone. GRRR!

Another traffic light! Well that is just not working at all so I edge my way through it. Get to the post office and have to negotiate thro a pile of gravel and an open hole in the tar (been like that for months) and across a shallow ditch. Feels as if I am on the Dakar rally. No wonder so many people have 4 x 4 cars in town!. No one in post office and I cough loudly. Eventually a young girl comes out of the office. I have come to collect a parcel from Germany that friends sent us over a month ago.

"I think there is something that is rotten in it" she says giving it to me . It has been at the main sorting office for about a month, but they have no fuel to deliver parcels and post to the satellite post offices, she explains. (discover later, the "rotten "smell is a piece of Brie cheese that they sent with some other goodies, and has got VERY ripe after so long, and was escaping from it's packaging!)

Now I get to a SPAR supermarket. Wow! That's better, shelves stocked, Xmas decorations, music playing. Actually feels like the good old days. However EVERYTHING marked in US $. No wonder it is so stocked. Well that's just great, but my 50 us is not going to go far judging by the prices!!

A large black lady in front of me doesn't seem to worry though, her trolly is full! And she pulls out wads of notes from her purse. Meanwhile a little old pensioner is holding 1 peach wondering if she can afford it! Another ordinary older black guy looks at a packet of ration bones, shakes his head and puts it back on the shelf..Meanwhile I buy a few items take it to the till and when I hand over the 50 note, get told they have no small change, but he will give me a credit note for 1.75 cents! Great! Now how will I remember to use that on my next shop trip, even if I can find the slip of paper again!

However no fresh milk, sugar etc being sold, so on to my next stop. A friend sells milk, cheese and butter from her back door, from a farmer (amazingly there are still a few endangered species about) who brings it in twice a week. Hand over my own containers and get my milk, a cup of coffee and a chat. On to the next shopping centre. Look around, sure enough a fellow selling veggies sidles up. "you want cigarettes, toilet paper, mealie meal??" I tell him I need sugar, so off he goes, back in a few minutes, looks over his shoulder and hands me 2kgs sugar and tells me it will cost me 2 Us ( pronounced Yoosa) or 4 million Z $ but he would prefer the "yoosa". Luckily I have got small change so take it.
Me, Zambezi River, Mana Pools Nat Park


This is getting quite exhausting! Time I went home, but still need eggs. See some guy is selling trays of eggs and big packets of loo paper on the side of the road, but a bit dubious as to how long eggs have been sitting in the sun, go instead to another shopping centre where a small gift shop sell eggs as well??

Last but not least stop to get a loaf of bread but need to use Zim $ for that , however find a loaf is now 3 million, so don't have enough.

Head for home, but see I need fuel, pull in at garage, but see I have to have fuel coupons for it. Can only get those from the office in industrial sites, so give up. Hit another pothole on way home and swear madly!

Get home, gardener greets me with "please can he borrow some money to collect his relation from hospital to send to him back to the rural home, as hospital has no drugs and are not taking patients". Cook joins in and also asks s to borrow money for top up school fees for her daughter at nearby school. As there are no teachers teaching (only get paid a pittance) the kids just go to school each day and "play", so can't see why they need more school fees!!!
Me at the back in the top blue helmet, Rapids below Mugabe Rise falls.


Anyway the electricity has come on! And there is dribble of water in taps again. Hooray, life HAS improved; at least I can now have a cup of tea. BUT, now the phone is out of order, so can not down load my E mails! BIG SIGH!

I have spent all morning shopping, but have about 5 items to show for it, the car is just about out of fuel and I have driven 35 kms in all.

Just another day in Zim!! AND we are one of the lucky ones who actually are surviving. Just!

Oh, and to add to it! The cat has eaten the 2 pieces of fish we were defrosting for supper!! Now THAT'S a disaster!

Well there you are! Saves me trying to explain how we are living in Zim.from the "ordinary" person's point of view, ( NOT from the wealthy group or the
really poor group! Sure they would have another story.)

Love Chris and Dawn


Sunset, Kariba.

Zimbabwe: Free Xmas Card

This is your free copy and print Christmas Card.

Tuesday, December 09, 2008

Political Correctness v Satire

Look up the word SATIRE. If you can’t be arsed, here is the definition -

1. the use of irony, sarcasm, ridicule, or the like, in exposing, denouncing, or deriding vice, folly, etc.
2. a literary composition, in verse or prose, in which human folly and vice are held up to scorn, derision, or ridicule.
3. a literary genre comprising such compositions.

I created a YouTube and recently put it on the Creative Writing part of a huge web site in the UK called Gumtree. It was pulled within minutes.

Fuck-em, I say.

Here it is…

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Sunday, December 07, 2008

Gobby Browneye Seeks Assistance from Mugabe.

Police have confirmed that a Tosser-Goers Supermarket un-recyclable plastic bag found amongst a tramp's ‘possessions’, after he had expired from the credit crisis, contained top-secret plans. The poor bum, in all sense of the word, was sleeping off ten litres of unleaded when discovered by four ‘waBankers’ near London Bridge after a night of binge drinking and a desire to ‘happy-kick’ a toxic-debtor’s fucking head off.

CCTV cameras recorded the ‘waBankers’ (not to be confused with unemployed ‘hoodie’ low class), immaculately dressed in matching suits, wearing their trademark bowlers and false eyelashes from date-rape victims; assisting the headless corpse into the Thames.




Picture of 'waBankers' about to kick tramp's head off.

The Moggy of London, Billious Jumpstart, confirmed that,


‘Responsible citizens had delivered the top-secret papers to my office in the early hours of Sunday morning, complete with a brick through my office window. This will give at least one British firm enough work to employ seven Poles another week whilst they replace the glass. After that they can fuck-off back. British jobs for London people, that’s what I say.’

The papers, leaking with urine, were shown to an Independent observer who confirmed their authenticity.

‘Yes, they are real leaked papers, and confirm what we all rumoured about. Gobby Browneye has asked Robert Mugabe to explain to the Bank of England how to make money.’

Apparently a secret meeting had been arranged deep in some backward part of Africa and along with the incriminating documents was a photograph allegedly taken by a monkey shortly before it died of cholera and was eaten.



Picture of Mugabe explaing to Bank of England Directors how to make money.

Police have confirmed that the House of Commons will be stripped searched for further evidence and that no rectum will be left untouched.

Homophobic Secretary of Shit, Jackass ‘Bendy-bust’ Schmidt, scoffed at reports that this was another Gay Fucks’s gang having a bang at democracy. Shouting at reporters from her armoured Hummer she said,


‘Fuck-off you twats, go dig up Poncess Die’s bones if you’re bored’.



Picture of delighted Swiss tourists in London getting 2 billion pounds of change for 5 Swiss Francs.

Elephants v Drunken Yobs

I love elephants. I sometimes think I must have photographed nearly every elephant from Kenya to South Africa. What I have now posted below is not just sad; it makes British binge-drinking culture look tame. Although the article does not say it, I guess the drunken yobs responsible will be mostly white. Amazingly their parents still seem to have the money to finance their fucked-up offspring drinking debauchery whilst Zimbabwe burns in hell.

Yeah, we all got pissed and did stupid things when we were young, but we didn’t go this far. In a way it just shows how civilisation there has completely collapsed. Shame they take it out on the poor elephants.

The posting is from www.zimbabwesituation, today’s date.

ZIMBABWE CONSERVATION TASK FORCE

5th December 2008

CHARARA NEW YEAR'S PARTY

2008 is now drawing to a close and one cannot help but bitterly remember the tragic shooting of Tusker, aka Dustbin after the last New Year's Party in Charara, Kariba. Thousands of people around the world mourned the death of this very special elephant.




TUSKER AKA DUSTBIN

For those who do not know, he was teased and tormented mercilessly by drunken youths and when he retaliated by turning a couple of cars over, he signed his own death warrant. We found out later that fruit had been thrown under the cars "to see what the elephant would do". The authorities decided that even though he had never killed anyone during his 30 years in Charara, it was only a matter of time before someone was hurt and he was shot on the 6th January 2008.

In an effort to stop any further New Year parties from taking place in Charara, which is a National Park area designated for wildlife, we presented the Chairman of Charara with a petition signed by over 1600 people.

We now believe our petition has been ignored by the National Anglers' Union, who are the organizers and the party is going to take place this year as usual. We would like to issue a warning to parents that this party is not a legal gathering and judging by reports from previous parties, drugs and alcohol will be readily available. We would also remind parents that 2 girls were raped last year after drugs were slipped into their drinks. One of these girls had a bad reaction to the drug and narrowly escaped death. The nearest medical facilities are 40 km away.

There are still some elephants in the Charara area and it is very likely that they will walk into the camp during the party, looking for food, as in past years, the organizers have made no attempt to prevent this. These elephants are not as good-natured as Tusker was. Several elephants have been shot in the area this year and those remaining are skittish. We can guarantee that if they are subjected to hairs being pulled out of their tails, fireworks and beer cans being thrown at them, cigarettes being stubbed out on them, headlights being flashed in their eyes and cars being rammed into their legs as Tusker was, they will do more than just turn over a few cars. The youngsters will be lucky to escape with their lives.

We strongly urge all parents to think very carefully before allowing your children to attend this party, which is just a tragedy waiting to happen.

Johnny Rodrigues
Chairman for Zimbabwe Conservation Task Force
Landline: 263 4 336710
Landline/Fax: 263 4 339065
Mobile: 263 11 603 213
Email:
galorand@mweb.co.zw


Zimbabwe 1990

I kept the Time Magazine Jan 1990 edition because of the Man of the Decade front cover of Gorbechov. Amazingly there is an article about Zimbabwe inside. I have looked for the piece in Time’s archives but their European editions are not that well covered. So here is a scan.

If you double click the picture it is easily read and makes for fascinating reading.









Saturday, December 06, 2008

Fish and Beer : Zimbabwe Style





Africa Pictures from Mid '80s.

Amboseli National Park, Kenya. Kilimanjaro in the background.

Zimbabwe, Mana Pools, Zambezi River. Note the bark stripped off the giant Baobab tree by elephants.

Kanzangula, Zambezi River. This where four countries converge. Zimbabwe, Namibia, Zambia and Botswana. As far as I know it is unique.


Photographed from a small boat with a 500mm mirror lens.



I think they are called Igrits.



This is Lake Victoria, Tanzania. Looking towards the south bank and the 'city' (more like a shit hole) of Mawanza.



Zambezi, Mana Pools

Thursday, December 04, 2008

The Dog’s Bollocks?

Bollocks, Bollox, who knows, but it seems the dog has mine.

Zim, ca. 1986 on the property of Mugabe’s former Air Zim pilot. Was a really cool place, just outside Harare. All gone now.





This is not ‘Nam


Looking at the slides as I scan them send shivers through me. I admit it, that decade plus, spunking dosh I didn’t have in Africa was the dog’s bollocks. What a life. Dig these pics. It is about 1986. A group of us are doing a three day canoe safari down the Zambezi.


Then this chopper comes at us. They are anti-poaching gunships. Zim side was nearly all National Park and the Zambians were constantly poaching. Their side was eaten out and all they had left was women with great tits. When we went down the river that year there was a drought. As you can see, the animals were suffering.











Once upon a time in Zimbabwe


When I was a kid in Rhodesia I had a Kodak Instamatic. Film cost one dollar for 12 pics. In fact, if memory serves me right, you paid for the developing at the OK Bazaars (black and white) and received a ‘free’ film. With my pocket money at 25 cents a week, later upped to $3 a month, you can gather I didn’t take to many pictures.

Later, in the police, a couple of months before I left, I bought a second-hand Russian made SLR. But again, tight arse me took next to none and regret it…big time.

Between 1984-94, I returned to Zimbabwe regularly. So often, it bankrupted me! But, this time I had a camera. Quite a few actually. Turns out I shot hundreds of pictures. I have stuff from Kenya, Tanzania, Rwanda, Burundi, South Africa, Botswana and most of them…Zimbabwe.





The ‘Jewel of Africa’ before it all went tits up. All on slides. A short time ago I finally realised a dream and purchased a scanner capable of doing quite a good job and have for the last three days scanned non-stop, four slides at a time. I still have another week to go. These I haven’t had time to crop, I just wanted to get them up asap. Double click each pic for super size.



They say every picture tells a story. That means I have a lot of stories. So let me kick-off with these shots of a waterfall. We all know the Victoria Falls. I have so many of them, I am sick of looking at them. But these are of a little known falls that for the life of me I cannot remember their name. Inyanga, the mountain area of Zim, had some lovely falls. This one was a tad out of the way. After parking the car you followed a path that went parallel with the river for about three kilometres.



And then you are there. The river drops off the escarpment down into the Honde Valley. This is near the Mozambique border and the farming community were well slaughtered during the war.