Showing posts with label zimbabwe. Show all posts
Showing posts with label zimbabwe. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Is peace at hand?


From the time I was little, I heard the Sunday School stories about peace will come -- or a new earth will emerge -- when the lion lies down with the lamb. I'm wondering if that holds true when the impala lies down with the kitty.

This is Impy, a baby impala who lives at Antelope Park, a lion breeding program in Zimbabwe. Impy doesn't know it's an impala. She and the kitty cuddle up together for naps. Occasionally Impy wants to join guests for dinner, but her hooves slide across the concrete floors, wide apart, like a giraffe's. She slips and slides and goes kerplunk (Does that remind anyone of the movie "Bambi?") She has learned to content herself with hanging around doorways, head poked inside to see what's happening with the people, or letting kitty rest its head on her back.

My friend Kelly Swift volunteered at Antelope Park in June and July and befriended Impy and the kitty, and a host of lions. See her blog KellySwiftinAfrica.blogspot.com for amazing photos of lions stretched across her lap. When I saw Kelly in Tanzania, I asked to have this photo to show you and to spread the word that I, for one, would like to acknowledge a prophetic sign from Impy and kitty. Peace on the horizon. Why not?

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

The $1 billion infusion from foreign nationals into Zim

Tuesday

Zimbabwe made the news again yesterday as a headline rolled across the TV noting that President Mugabe for the first time said there was famine in his country. When I told 16-year-old Pfummy the news, he laughed. Of course, there is. Why, after all, are people like Pfummy needing to get out?

The Mail & Guardian newspaper in South Africa has a feature this week about how Zimbabweans who have left the country are using any means possible to get money and goods back to their family and friends. “For basic necessities, there are buses that leave at 3 p.m. each week day from a bustling depot at Park Station in Johannesburg’s CBD, carrying “Big Five” bags stuffed with groceries, toiletries and money – rands, not Zim dollars,” Zahira Kharsany reports. The road trip can take up to 18 hours, and one Zimbabwean who sends his family supplies for “a variety of food groups” every month said the bus drivers do not steal: “They are honest drivers. I trust them.”

For the Internet savvy who can afford to pay in British pounds, Internet sites provide a means to send goods home. “At YesZim.com, online shoppers can pay in advance for their friends back home to have a meal at a restaurant in Harare,” Kharsany writes.

The article includes an info graphic that shows what hyperinflation has done to Zimbabwe. The annual inflation rate is more than 100,000 percent. (You read that right.)
In Harare, a roll of toilet paper costs 8 million Zim dollars, a can of sardines 30 million and a banana one million. An asterisk in the info box says, “Had three zeroes not been taken off the Zimbabwe dollar in 2006 a banana would cost Z$1-billion.”

In 1980, when the Zim dollar was introduced, it was worth a third more than the U.S. dollar.

Elections in Zimbabwe are less than 3 weeks away, but around here people are not optimistic about seeing any change.

A magical flower

A magical flower
The guide squeezes this flower and it squirts water like a water pistol

Cathy and Joe Wanzala

Cathy and Joe Wanzala
They couldn't wait to paste the Obama sticker on their car

My main man

My main man
Ernest is my trusty cab driver who blasts music as we make our way through Gabs

Ted Thomas, man of intrigue and style

Ted Thomas, man of intrigue and style
My friend, Ted, and his wife, Mary Ann, hosted a Safari Send-Off for me in Austin and treated me to a special mix of African music that already a UB student and a professor want to download.