Saturday 23 February 2013

Heading West: More Zim-Pictures


Bulawayo and Beyond
Old Fort Victoria outside Bulawayo where time has stood still except for the fast food monopoly chain' the  Inn Co-operation. (ZANU PF have shares)....So this is one country where you will not find a Macdonalds! And before you call animal welfare the chickens in the plastic bag belong to the grocery shopper  just stopping for a rest and a bite. Shortly they will be released in the garden  then eaten  in the next few days.   In the absence of refrigeration what better more eco-friendly way to keep your meat fresh?  
L G 'S HOUSE IN HARARE
Children at play in Esigodini, home to my sister-in-laws half brother.

Ekaya with cattle crawl in the foreground.

Enjoying some welcome and effective shade at Gogo's well designed home-stead.

A rural kitchen


The classrooms at Sacred Heart Home, nicknamed Bushstick , where my brother and I were primary school boarders from 1973-1980.
The Bushstick girls' dormitory

The  Bushstick Boys' dormitory. No Alice in wonderland deco here.


The Bushstick Catholic church where my brother and I recieved some of our first sacraments. 



































Pictures of some Harare Highlights


Harare Highlights
Chitungwiza High Density Suburb.
One of many  Evangelical churches thriving across the nation. This particular church used to be called Rhema, pastured by Americans and  when I attended it 20 years ago it was in a small hall one tenth the size of this one ! It is extremely rare to stumble across a new building in the  CBD but Zimbabwe's richest banking billionaire attends here so no prizes for guessing where a great big chunk of  Zimbabwe's money has been syphoned!
Cooking a sadza meal with relatives

My late mother's memorial service.
The memorial feast




Where once there was a large chicken run, duck pond,  3 goats and of course my favourite guava tree! Yes this used to be home!

St Johns High School where I was head-girl in 1985.

Thursday 21 February 2013

16th Dec. pm: Esigodini


16th Dec pm Esigodini

Matabeleland’s (Western Zimbabwe province) main form of agriculture is cattle rearing for beef mainly and to lesser extent, dairy farming.  Esigodini is a rural village with a community of subsistence animal farmers and 10-year- old D  lives here in a mud hut, with his grandmother (gogo) and some extended family members. The dry, scorching heat gives rise to this semi-arid landscape of patchy vegetation,  consisting mainly of thorny acacia trees. When we stopped I only just managed to resist the urge to suck a piece of newly formed red mud from turmite mound (which is delicious by the way!). Instead I tried some of the gum stuck to a tree trunk, which brought back some childhood memories.  Most villagers here own cattle, by which they measure their wealth, and D’s family have ten sturdy beef cattle.

As we via off th the main tarmac road closer to the mud hut villages, we start to ask the locals for  D's ekaiya . The clicks and tongue twisters elude us as our Indebele (Matabeleland language) is rusty. This tribe are closely related to the Bantu of Botswana. There are no  letter Rs in Indebele just as no Ls are used in Shona the predominant language spoken in Harare (located in the Eastern province of Mashonaland).
Luckily, D is milling around at the local store  as it is the school holidays here,  and recognises G. He is very subdued, but with limited English, he directs us to his family residence. This is the experience I had been waiting for, having lived in a mud hut built by my mum, between the ages 0 and 5 (on and off) it all came back to me! The cool floor made of  cow dung with a smooth almost shiny finish. I remember sleeping on the floor, a welcome relief from the heat, but  Ds family used mattresses. This is an extended family unit with three generations of women and children. The men worked in the local iron ore mine, which also provided borehole water and rations of chimolia ( greens) onions and tomatoes to the miners family, during the drought. D’s family were also entitled to 10kg of maize meal per month. This is all they ate except for the odd chicken or meat once a month or when D’s mum was able to send some money from South Africa where she works as a servant (as Latin Americans do for Americans).

D’s day begins by releasing their 10 cattle reserved for paying lobola ,(dowry) at a son's wedding. D has to walk the cattle for 20m before he finds greenary for them to graze then a further 20mins . I'm told its maize porridge made with water and sugar. Since I have an MSc in Nutrition I consider it my duty to advise his aunt who has a baby strapped to her back and is cooking sadza on an open fire, that it would be much more nutritious to add a tablespoon of powdered milk or peanut butter to the porridge for the children. D will not be offered any sadza with greens or even a drink of water until 4.00pm when he is back from school and has herded the cattle back to the fold.

When we revisit Bushstick my former Catholic Primary boarding school , we reminisce about the good old days. Unfortunately the children are on holiday so my dreams of joining them for a local game of nodo in which only 12 stones in a pot-hole dug in the ground is required for 2 to 4 players. The objective is to draw out a bunch of stones from the hole whilst throwing your main play stone in the air and, then catching it, all with the same hand. This is repeated whilst pushing all the stones back into the hole, except for one prize stone. It is the next player's turn when  the first player messes up eg drops their play stone. The winner is the one with  the most prize stones (I have not lost this invaluable skill, and , as any native Zimbabwean girl will tell you, it takes some doing!) LG did however get to have an emotional reunion with his old boarding master who has lived on site or 30 years, and is still there!
G makes inquiries about a boarding school place for D, for next year knowing that at least here he will get three square meals a day. It does create a dilemma though.... Who will herd the cattle, ekaya?


Pictures to follow

16th Dec am : Bulawayo First Impressions


16th Dec am Bulawayo first impressions

We approach the second largest city in Zimbabwe on Saturday night. It is the main stronghold of every major opposition party that has come and gone during Robert Mugabe's 'reign' from Joshua Nkomo's ZAPU party to Morgan Tvandirai's MDC. More importantly, it is where my brother and I recieved our entire primary school education. 

In day light it is easy to make out that Bulawayo has a more desert-savanna landscape and is hotter and drier than Harare. However, despite the lack of public funds, which even when they exsisted rarely made it to Matabeleland, as this region is known, Bulawayo has held its head up high and looks a lot less like a ghetto than the capital. The first positive sign upon approach at night, is the warm welcome of a well-lit horizon to herald you in and the presence of the first newly tarred road I've seen on my visit thus far, complete with cats-eyes!  Its wide roads are generally in good nick and for the most part devoid of pot-holes. Bulawayo is well known for its proximity to two of the world's great tourist resorts, Hwange  Wildlife Safari park and Victoria Falls. 

Due to  sound town planning, Bulawayo boasts a perfect grid system, making it virtually impossible to get lost. Despite this, we are so tired and spend an hour in the dark driving round in circles, looking for our destination. Ingrid the patron of the lodge where we will stay, is happy to give us directions over the phone but her strong German accent is difficult to discipher.  Being pay day, we get no joy out of asking directions from not-so-slightly inebriated workers on their way home from the beer halls (pubs), either. I'm surprised their wives left them them enough money to get so plastered because, having become a little more assertive recently due to the Aids epidemic and economic melt-down, women no longer wait at home for the bread winner to arrive home  at the weekend (or not as the case may be) but turn up at his work place to swiftly secure his wages before it mysteriously disappears. It is well worth taking the risk of bumping into the husband's regular prostitute , who has also turned up to collect overdue payment for services rendered! 

Sunday morning:  
We're now at Ingrid's Tourist Lodge, which is spacious, clean beautifully decorated And has an outdoor pool which we will swim in this afternoon. It's sunnier here but people have lots of cool well designed houses with verandas, gazebos and trees for shade. Bulawayo unfortunately is experiencing drought so severe water rationing is in place for people who don't own a borehole. Luckily our lodge does, so we have the most fantastic showers ever! A continental breakfast is on offer at 8.00 by the German host Ingrid who is used to having a steady stream of European guests. It is plentiful and only lacks a tropical fruit salad which is a shame because there's so much exotic fruit growing locally.

The highlights of Bulawayo will include a visit to a retired railway engineer friend of G's who is married to a woman who worked for a secret government agency, dealing with sanction busters in agriculture during Ian Smiths time. They both had extremely interesting things to say about the plight of mixed race people in Zimbabwe and what has happened to the railway system which was the best in Africa and has all but disappeared. They will also give their perspective on what has happened to commercial agriculture. We will also visit our old catholic mission primary school, which was set up along similar lines to mixed race Aboriginal orphanages in Australia i.e  to ‘rescue’ mixed race children like ourselves from the complications of apartheid.
We will bring back D, my sister-in-law’s 10-year old half-brother, back with us for a couple of days, from his grandmother’s home in Esigodindi. This is a rural village of mud huts which the Bulawayo Indebele tribe call  Ekaya while the Shona in Mashonaland call it Kumusha. A full description of this will follow. 

With this busy a schedule, taking  Africa time into account we need to postpone our return journey to J’oburg to a day later, setting off at 4.00am. LG is not looking forward to the Beitbridge boarder crossing, but there could be an interesting story in this experience as well!

15th Dec. Chewing The Fat


15th Dec . Chewing the Fat.
The drive to Bulawayo and ensuing family conversation revealed a couple of things. The dual carriageway that 2-3 year's ago when my brother last visited, had stopped dead in its tracks mid-construction, just outside Mugabe's neighbourhood, and had for a long time remained incomplete, had now been extended a bit further, but had still not reached Bulawayo, its intended destination.

 Stopping on the way to chat some family friends, a commercial pilot and  wife who owns lingerie and women's clothes and accessories business, reflected the positive entrepreneurial comfort zone in which many Hararians  currently find themselves. There is no insurance for cars, houses, property or businesses here. You just take risks or sink. The cleverest and best connected are making the prevailing non-interventionist  capitalism  work for them. I dare say this is not just a slight deviation from the Marxist-Leninist  philosophy that dominated Mugabe’s manifesto and Zanu-PF policies back in the 1980’s, or did I miss his all-important announcement about this radical shift towards far right wing politics?  Corruption is understandably rife, especially amongst civil servants  (or is it just those who, unlike the army lack the importance to be placated with the odd payment in diamonds?) Of course the government can’t pay them because in early February this year, the Zimbabwean minister of finance, perhaps caught off guard, is reported to have admitted to a bank balance of US$217 in the Reserve Bank of Zimbabwe (
http://www.guardian.co.uk/world/2013/jan/30/zimbabwean-government-bank-balance-down)!
On the up side there is an excellent choice of private schools, (government schools are not even a remote consideration for middle classes). My favourite schools are those which have a fixed fee for all. They are highly over-subscribed due to their corruption -free policy. In some of these boarding schools, mobile phones are completely disallowed and internet /television time is supervised, monitored and restricted, balanced by a broad well- rounded and international curriculum. Weekly one to one tuition slots with every subject teacher are in place and there is a no favours or donations policy  to  prevent discipline-avoidance by the rich and influential ie if you break the rules you get  excluded ......no complications. J’s niece attends just such a boarding school in the gorgeous Inyanga Highlands to the East of Zimbabwe, where the climate is more temperate and the mountainous breath-taking landscape is carpeted with deciduous forests as well as fruit, tea and coffee plantations. Unfortunately time did not allow for us to visit Inyanga, on this occasion.
I was however, baffled to find that Ian Smith’s two-tier apartheid education system of having A and B schools has been kept, no longer based on racial  but socio-economic lines.( A- schools, superior state schools, formerly purely for white children, now have a very limited government subsidy which is topped up by a levy paid by parents, directly to the school.  B-schools, inferior state schools, formerly for black children,  are still run by government and are purely government funded.) This means the poor rural and much of the township population are confined to poorly resourced schools with limited or no English teaching, and a non-international curriculum. This obvious convenience to prevailing party propagandists had not escaped my attention. I was however more amused by the revelation by one of my nieces in Harare,  that although she went to a B school, by year 12 she had received her first taste of European literature in the form of George Orwell’s “Animal Farm.” Dear reader, I hope the irony here is not lost on you.

14th Dec. Mbare Market and Zim-cuisine


14th Dec. Mbare and Zimbabwean Cuisine.

Mbare is considered the poorest neighbourhood in Harare but has the biggest Zimbabwean vegetable market called Mbare Msika where farmers offload their produce and shop keepers and restranteurs come to collect their daily supply.


There are three sections, surprisingly well organised: small informal stalls on the dirt, formal concrete floored and sheltered stands for bigger vegetable vendors and a large flee market selling a variety of goods from electrical to coal -fired irons, clothes and accessories.
One isle stretching for about  2m on either side is completely devoted to traditional medicines. Potions of all kinds are on offer. However most vendors are quite cagy and nervous about speaking to us or giving us permission to take pictures. Paul tells us they are fearful of the coming elections and can't be seen to be fraternising with non-locals.

One witch -doctor however generously obliges,(I’m guessing his brand of magical power affords him a level of bravery not offered by others) and explains that the 7 jars of different coloured, multiple- textured  powders on display are mixed to form an orally administered aphrodisiac for men. I ask if there is an equivalent for woman upon which he shiftily rearranges his mystical paraphernalia and digs out  but 1 small jar only a quarter full of chalky looking powder. I joked that women need more help than men do to get them in the appropriate mood. Paul repeated this in Shona (the language of Harare and the rest of the Mashonaland region)  to which  he just laughed.
Other remedies included a slimy sludge of tree bark extract for STDS, porcupine spines for ear ache and crab shells for fontanel issues in babies.

The Witchdoctor.



Local  Cuisine: A word of warning: as a dedicated nutritionist and food-lover I may go over the top on this topic!

LGs childhood favourite, Mathimbi are on sale here. These are dried caterpillars which are cooked by soaking in water then frying with onions and tomatoes ( the basic cooking method for all dried foods including the various dried leafy veg and dried cauliflower, which can be further enriched by blending with a table spoon or more of peanut-butter during cooking. Lots of salt is added to almost all Zimbabwean dishes but this is offset by the pure salt-free taste of sadza ( porlenta equivalent but Zimbabweans prefer it white and purified. )
Deliciously savoury, these sadza dishes are the daily diet , twice a day in many cases, and meat which prior to stewing, must be fried to a dark brown crisp (gaucharred).  Meat intake simply increases with wealth. Unsurprisingly  prevalent health trends include increased death rates from high blood pressure, stroke and type 2 diebetes, mainly in woman as reported by all of the 10 families of African decent, that we visited.This trend is exacerbated by the pressure from men for their women to be  large and voluptuous. Gail's grandmother when diagnosed with high blood pressure had the will power to reduce her intake of salt and refined sadza. She is now a very slender centenarian.
I have tried whenever possible to give  advice on affordable yet sound nutrition,  such as encouraging the adding of peanut-butter or milk to maize meal porridge where the practice is to feed children the porridge as a refined watery, sugary mixture, (get further information on protein quality of maize from http://advances.nutrition.org/content/2/3/217.full) and suggested stretching limited meat supplies by mixing with beans and other vegetables cooked in the usual way. ( You guessed it... Italian style, but well-gaucharred  and unfortunately thoroughly salted but without the basil and garlic!)
Beef is arguably  the favourite meat but chicken apart from being the most popular take-away food, is served with sadza and on special occasions with rice and potatoes. Also on the menu are offal of various kinds, chickens feet and pigs trotters (curried in the homes of mixed race Zimbabweans). Nothing is wasted.
Other sadza accompaniments include derere  leaf or occra boiled to a slimy consistency, served with a fresh chilli pepper. By far the most popular vegetable is chimolia or muriwo which is a must-have crop in the garden of almost every self-respecting Zimbabwean. I have tried to replicate the stir-fried flavour of this vegetable using British greens, but it just isn’t the same. British greens  lack that distinct pungency which goes so well with sadza.Pumpkins are also grown not just for the fruit but for the leaves which are as soft as spinach and when cooked with peanut butter , make for a delicious and highly nutritious side-dish or vegetarian main. It is important here to mention  that comfortably well-off  Zimbabweans generally don’t choose to be vegetarian. It is  thrust upon them by the ‘cruel hand’ of poverty, the same hand which ensures that these underappreciated yet remarkably tasty ‘ peasant dishes’ provide the more superior health benefits. (A paradox which seems to repeat itself the world over).
Desert may come in the form of chilled home-made curds and whey or Lacto (the shop-bought version)  with sugar and hot sadza (sometimes served as the main course).  My children have come up with a western adaption of natural yoghurt with crunchy brown sugar and unsalted polenta or sadza. The mouth-watering contrasts of  hot/cold , sweet/sour, crunchy/ smooth  are a definite hit!  Indigenous Zimbabwean snacks include a breed of termites, captured from swarms around light bulbs on rainy nights, nyimo a boiled slightly sweet and starchy round bean, its delicate seasonal flavour is appreciated enough to serve it unsalted for a change! This time of the year (December) yields a harvest of locally grown roasted peanuts, sweet-potatoe (served as a sweet snack it is more starchy than British imports), varieties of sugar cane, maize, often roasted on an open fire and sold at roadsides like chestnuts. All year round, maize is sold in different forms, including a snack called maputi (puffed salted and peppered maize), samp (dried maize,soaked overnight, boiled and seed cases  skimmed off. Samp is usually served with milk and sugar. Dried and peeled maize seeds are also broken up into small pieces like bulgar wheat then cooked and served with stew, in lieu of rice.
In terms of a more western pallet , Africanns cooking influences are popular. More on this on the South African trip next week. Suffices to say here that  the array of exotic fruit hanging off trees are unfortunately late in ripening, depending on the part of the country that have received rain so bananas, guavas,  Mexican apples, lychees,  papaya, mangoes, watermelons and peaches are widely available to buy and fruit salad is our most popular choice of breakfast to eat  alfresco in the heat. I am however obsessed with plucking fruit straight off the tree, for that fresh, feisty flavour and crunchy texture so I hope for better luck in South Africa.
Urban Zimbabweans occasionally add chilli, garlic and other herbs to the stew and on special occasions will have accompaniments like rice, fried potatoes, and butternut squash.  They were originally introduced to hot spices by the local Indian population who have had an even greater influence on Mixed-Race Zimbabwean cuisine largely shared by the South African mixed race culture.
So when visiting a mixed race family, mostly you might get curry served with rice or bread or rotie,  and less frequently a sadza dish and occasionally fried or gortcha’d (I’ve tried spelling this in different ways on different blog posts in the hope that one of them will be right!) meat , often including boarevoars (more about that later) or other western dish. The barbeque is once or twice a week, with lots of borevores and t-bone steak pork chops and chicken, just salt and pepper to taste. Not a single marinade in sight as the meat has so much of its own flavour and of course the bri is a skill which the English have not quite mastered but here they get all the meat cooked and charred to perfection with pure woody, smoky  flavours sans lighting solvents etc.
Peanut Power
This section would be far from complete, if I did not extol the virtues of peanut-butter, used to spread on bread and cook dovi dishes (similar to Satays) and popular amongst Southern and Western Africans. Why therefore in God’s name anyone would want to add East African palm-oil to a product which is clearly not native to East Africa, befuddles me. It’s like frying a meal for a committed vegetarian in beef dripping!   Peanut butter has traditionally been homemade by rural Zimbabwean folk for generations by pounding dry nuts in long wooden vessels with a matching long pounding rod,  (like a giant elongated wooden pestle and mortar). Some like the peanut butter raw and therefore pale coloured but my preference is to have it milk-chocolate  brown from dark roasted, salted peanuts. Characteristically the peanut oil separates into a top layer and upon opening the jar, one has to mix it back into the peanut paste. The full-on intensity of the pure roast-peanut flavour  should never, in my opinion be sacrificed because of the need to sweeten an otherwise savoury paste (which, by the way still lends itself beautifully to the American peanut-butter and jam combo, PB&J) or emulsify it, in order to get an homogenous texture and increase its shelf-life. In responding to  pressure to cut out hydrogenated fats and palm oil from manufacture foods, Tescos has recently plucked up the courage to introduce unemulsified peanut butter. I was delighted to see large jars of it sitting proudly on their supermarket shelves, complete with the separated layer of oil on the top. To that I’d say “Bravo”....but for the tiny niggling fact that they’ve included a small amount of cheap vegetable oil to ensure an even softer spreadable consistency. Unfortunately this diluted version lacks the peanut punch and therefore fails to inspire. Who on board the plane back, could therefore blame me for carrying a few jars of  the divine food: proper unadulterated Zimbabwean peanut-butter which my brother and I had been pouring onto our bread rolls on a daily basis, delighted to still be able to find it tasting just the way it always did!