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Thriving
black market keeps economy afloat
Institute for War and Peace Reporting (IWPR)
Norman Chitapi (AR No. 119, 25-June-07)
June 25, 2007
http://iwpr.net/?p=acr&s=f&o=336608&apc_state=henh
Hotels in Harare's
central business district used to be the preserve of the well-heeled
businessmen and tourists who flocked to Zimbabwe, particularly from
the West.
As high-powered business
deals were concluded inside the hotels, the prostitutes would wait
outside to ply their trade. As soon as you stepped out of the hotel
lobby during the evening, scantily-dressed women would try to attract
your attention from behind parked cars. Just in case you missed
the furtive signals, they would pop up beside your car and tap discreetly
on the window.
But no more - the ladies
of the night have grudgingly yielded to a new and rapidly growing
breed of entrepreneurs, the black-market money-changers.
Unlike prostitutes, Zimbabwe's
moneychangers do not operate at night. They hang around on the approaches
to luxury hotels like the five star Meikles Hotel or the equally
prestigious Holiday Inn, occasionally moving up and down the street
to avoid detection by the police.
As soon as you park your
vehicle, they are all over you, asking what currency you want to
buy. They have all sorts of foreign currency in every possible denomination,
even though the Reserve Bank of Zimbabwe's coffers are empty.
American dollars are the most popular, then the South African rand
and the British pound, followed by other currencies.
The traders come in all
shapes and sizes, united only by their determination to drive a
hard bargain.
At one end of the spectrum
is the well-dressed gentleman leaning against his slick Mercedes
Benz and tinkering with the latest-model cell phone. At the other
is the school-leaver or the woman who looks as though she would
be more at home working at a market stall.
Some are there to change
money sent home by their relatives in the diaspora. Others are agents
working for big businesses, desperate to acquire foreign currency
to stay afloat.
Reserve Bank governor
Gideon Gono has described the thriving black market trade in foreign
currency as Zimbabwe's own "World Bank". Some
argue that the parallel currency trade keeps the economy going when
it should long since have imploded, and that its existence has therefore
averted widespread popular unrest.
The black market took
off after the Zimbabwean economy began contracting by an average
of four per cent annually in 1997, and especially since President
Robert Mugabe's land seizures from 2000 onwards precipitated
a steep economic decline.
The formal banking system
still uses an official exchange rate pegged at 250 Zimbabwe dollars,
ZWD, to the US dollar. On the illegal parallel market the American
dollar is worth up to 100,000 or 150,000 ZWD, an astonishing difference
which makes precise comparisons redundant.
In addition - and
of course closely linked to the ZWD's devaluation on the street
- the country is suffering alarming inflation rate. In May,
prices showed a 4,500 per cent increase on the same month in 2006.
Economists are even more worried by the rate of increase -
prices at the end of May 2007 were 100 per cent higher than they
had been four weeks earlier.
Wages have been increasing
in nominal terms, too, but nowhere near enough to keep pace with
inflation. The average monthly wage of a factory worker is 800,000
ZWD - a respectable 3,200 US dollars at the official exchange
rate but just eight dollars on the black market.
Rather than try to use
the two widely diverging exchange rates as a measure of comparison,
it is more useful to set these wages against the minimum cost of
living level, which the Consumer Council of Zimbabwe said was 5.5
million ZWD for an average family of six in May. Even though teachers
and nurses now earn around four million ZWD a month, their incomes
clearly fall well below the minimum they need to get by.
One of the factors driving
inflation is that imported goods are bought using foreign currency
acquired on the black market, so the retail price expressed in ZWD
is accordingly high.
Tonderai, a young man
from Eastlea who has never been in formal employment since leaving
high school two years ago, explained how the system works in practice.
He trades in the money his sister sends back from the UK in British
pounds.
"If I change 100
pounds in the bank they will give me 4,500 ZWD," he said.
"A single loaf of bread costs 23,000 ZWD. Work out for yourself
whether it makes sense. On the black market I can easily make 25
or 30 million ZWD from what my sister sends me a month. How many
Zimbabweans who go to work every morning earn that kind of money?"
Transactions take place
right on the street, or out of sight in cars and even in lifts.
Once the deal is done, the traders move further out of town into
the Avenues district, a red-light area which is the haunt of the
big-time currency dealers. Here, foreign currency sells at a premium
to businesses that need to make foreign purchases.
Some of the buyers are
private enterprises, both legitimate importers and also the firms
which illicitly bring in fuel from South Africa. Then there are
the government officials who want to buy luxury goods or pay their
children's school fees abroad.
Even government agencies
are said to buy currency in this way to fund essential imports of
items like grain and electrical power, as there are not enough dollars
and rands in the country's Reserve Bank.
At only 36, Maxie has
made a small fortune importing cars, and regards black-market currency
purchases as essential to his business.
"It's the
only way I can preserve the value of my money," he explained.
"Every car sold means more foreign currency for me; then I
am able to import more."
Maxie drives around in
a Mercedes, but plans to get a Bentley soon - meaning another
trip to the "World Bank".
Demand for foreign currency
looks likely to grow stronger as inflation rises and confidence
in the ZWD declines. That will keep even small-time traders like
Tonderai in business for the foreseeable future, despite the risk
of arrest in what is, after all, an illegal sector.
"Without doing
any formal job, I am still far better off than my friends who get
up at five, scramble for transport and return home weary at the
end of the day. It's me who buys them beer every day,"
said Tonderai.
"They [police]
can arrest us, but my brother, nobody teaches you common sense except
common sense itself."
Norman Chitapi is the
pseudonym of a journalist in Zimbabwe.
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