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State
of despair
Steve Bloomfield, Monocle
Extracted from Issue 10, Volume 01
February 2008
Harare's Meikles Hotel
has everything a five-star hotel should. A porter in top hat and
tails opens gold-plated doors to a world of luxury. In the lobby,
the chandeliers sparkle and a pianist plays softly, while in the
hotel's exclusive restaurant, waiters serve champagne and foie gras
to guests paying up to €300 a night for a room. No expense
has been spared.
Zimbabwe is a country
on the brink of economic collapse. Inflation has hit 15,000 per
cent, with one US dollar now worth up to $2m Zimbabwean on the black
market. Z$1,000 notes lie untouched in the gutter. The country is
running out of food and fuel. There are queues half a mile long
for staples such as bread and milk. Electricity is scarce and entire
districts can go weeks without water. And yet, at the Meikles, the
champagne flows and the tuxedo-sporting pianist continues to play.
Zimbabwe may be sinking, but the orchestra plays on.
President Robert Mugabe
has been in power since 1980 and shows no sign of relinquishing
it now. Elections have been rigged, opponents arrested and beaten
up; dissent has been brutally quashed. Fresh elections have been
planned for March, although there are no guarantees they will be
free and fair. The opposition Movement for Democratic Change (MDC),
once a beacon of hope, has split in two following a series of bitter
rows.
On the eve of the elections,
Monocle spent a week travelling across the country. Posing as tourists
in a country where international journalists are banned, we drove
more than 1,000km, meeting opposition activists and government officials,
corrupt police officers and white farmers, as well as dozens of
ordinary Zimbabweans struggling to survive.
Harare, like its flagship
hotel, appears at first glance to be thriving. There are BMW dealerships,
fancy restaurants and smooth roads. Zimbabwe's economy may be in
freefall, but some people know how to make money in difficult times.
Beside the road we meet Will, a 30-year-old dressed in shorts, Brazil
football shirt and Ray-Bans. He sells cars to foreign businessmen
and party bosses, pocketing 7 per cent commission on sales. "I'm
not doing too badly," he grins. "You could say business
is good." Two days ago he sold five cars to a senior Zanu-PF
official, making almost €5,000 on a single transaction.
Money changers
are also benefiting. The official rate of exchange at the bank is
Z$30,000 for one US dollar. But no one changes money at banks. Instead,
they go to money changers such as Clever, who give anywhere between
Z$1.3m and Z$2m to the US dollar.
Clever used to be a maths
teacher. Not any more. "If you can make good money, why not?"
he asks, as he drives through Harare in an Audi, sucking a lollipop.
Besides the car, he owns three houses and is building three more.
He takes Monocle's US$100 notes and hands over a plastic bag full
of Zimbabwean dollars. The Reserve Bank hasn't been able to keep
up with inflation. The largest denomination is Z$200,000 - 10 US
cents.
Spending money is not
easy. Supermarkets shelves lie empty. There are no staples. Meat
Paradise, a butcher in central Harare, has no meat. When food is
delivered, or is rumoured to be delivered, queues develop quickly.
The biggest lines are for ATMs - there is such a shortfall of actual
notes in the system that customers are limited to Z$5m a day at
some banks and z$10m at others.
Across the city,
Professor Elphas Mukonoweshuro ushers us into his corner office
in the University
of Zimbabwe before closing the door firmly behind him. "We
don't want anyone listening," he says. As well as being a lecturer
in political science he is a leading figure in the faction of the
MDC led by Morgan Tsvangirai. Mid-sentence he pauses. "Hear
that man?" There are two voices in the corridor: one male,
one female. "He's just been promoted from an informer to an
intelligence officer."
Zimbabwe's Central Intelligence
Organisation (CIO) is rumoured to have a budget 10 times the size
that for health care. Elaborate sting operations have targeted senior
opposition figures, most recently appearing to film the Archbishop
of Bulawayo, Pius Ncube, one of Mugabe's most outspoken critics,
in bed with a married woman. CIO operatives, sometimes called "Charlie
10s", are on every street corner, in every organisation, and
in every class that Professor Mukonoweshuro teaches. "Some
of them see it as a badge of pride, not shame," he says.
Before leaving Harare
to drive the 450km southwest to Bulawayo we need to find petrol.
The government does not have enough foreign currency to import the
fuel the country needs. Most people rely on the black market, where
fuel has reached Z$3m a litre - compared to the official government
price of Z$15,000.
At a back-street garage,
we buy 25 litres that is poured into our tank through a funnel made
from an old vegetable-oil bottle. A handful of mechanics still work
at the garage, which is full of old cars, many of which have been
stripped for their parts. Business is slow.
"We are starving,"
says Mawoko Tayiti, simply. A 58-year-old mechanic - Mawoko is Shona
for "hands" - Tayiti can no longer afford to visit his
grown-up children in Bulawayo. "The bus fare used to be Z$2.
Now it's Z$8m one way." He makes around Z$20m a week. "How
can I afford Z$16m just to go to Bulawayo?" he asks.
Tayiti does not hold
high hopes for the election, nor does he think the opposition would
be much better. There is one thing, though, he is sure of. With
a look more of sadness than fury, he says: "A hungry man is
an angry man. There are a lot of hungry men now."
On the road to Bulawayo
we pass mile after mile of untouched bush and scrubland. Much of
it used to be farmland before the land invasions began. At every
junction and every town dozens of people gather searching for a
ride. Some are heading home to their villages; others are heading
to Beit Bridge, the border town with South Africa where thousands
try to cross, looking for work and a better life. The hitchhikers
include police officers - even they don't have enough fuel.
Sivas and Elijah accept
the offer of a ride. They are "new settlers" - men
given a small parcel of land taken from white farmers. "Life
was hard in Harare," says Sivas. "Some days we did not
eat." Now each manages to grow around two tonnes of maize a
year, selling each 20kg bag for Z$500,000. But high food prices
mean they still struggle. "Money cannot buy anything,"
says Sivas. They should be Mugabe supporters; his land reforms gave
them their new life. But they won't be voting for him - not
that they think it will make any difference. "Even if he loses
he will win," laughs Sivas.
In Bulawayo we meet Thys
Devries, a white farmer who can trace his ancestry back to the Dutch
settlers who came to southern Africa in the 1600s. His 20,000-hectare
property in Hwange National Park was taken by force by the local
governor and the trade minister's brother-in-law. He was given six
hours to leave. "I'm not against the land programme,"
he says. "It has to happen. But not like this." Once it
was farmers, now it is business people being targeted. A law has
just been passed requiring all businesses be majority-owned by "indigenous
Zimbabweans". People are wary of speaking out. In a house in
Bulawayo, a civil engineer agrees to speak but is too scared to
be named.
"It is blatant looting,"
he says. " They change the laws so theft becomes legalised.
They have created an environment that is conducive to crime."
Like many, he does not see Mugabe as the sole problem. "Mugabe
gets used as a personification. But it is a mafia, it is a gang
which runs the country." The economic crisis has devastated
public services. Schoolteachers and doctors are paid a pittance,
supplies are non-existent. HIV/Aids has ravaged the country. Life
expectancy has fallen from 58 in 1980 to 34 for women and 37 for
men. Zimbabwe has the world's highest percentage of children orphaned
by Aids.
We drive to Bulawayo's
Mpilo hospital. Inside, it is clean and quiet. Doctors and nurses
sit behind a desk chatting. They have little to do. The paediatric
ward is full, but there are no medicines, no treatments to administer.
Parents have to buy drugs privately for their children. Babies and
small children lie in cots, some crying, most just staring into
space. A two-year-old girl, stick thin with bulging eyes, is sitting
wrapped in a blanket. Both her parents are dead. She is HIV positive.
Doctors cannot give her antiretroviral drugs because they don't
have any. Her name is Perseverance.
A two-minute drive away
lies West Park Cemetery. In an area no larger than a football pitch
there are three funerals taking place. Gravestones used to be as
ornate as anywhere in Europe. Now the details of deaths are scribbled
in white paint on a small scrap of black metal stuck into the ground.
We pass row upon row of children's graves. Many are unmarked paupers'
graves.
Mugabe's attempts to
get a grip on the economy and bring down spiralling inflation have
only made things worse. Three zeros were taken off the currency
last year. Rumours are circling that four, five, maybe even six
zeros will be taken off before the election.
Mugabe lays the blame
for Zimbabwe's economic crisis solely on the shoulders of the West,
and in particular Britain. He cites the "economic sanctions"
that prevent the World Bank and International Monetary Fund from
giving money to Zimbabwe. But a lack of development loans does not
lead to five-digit inflation. Mismanagement and corruption slowly
eroded the productivity of one of Africa's strongest economies in
the 1990s.
The land invasions from
2000 saw commercial farming - once the backbone of Zimbabwe's economy
- collapse, as farms were handed over to government officials with
no interest in working the land. Everything worth anything was stripped
away and sold by Mugabe's cronies; tens of thousands of workers
lost their jobs. Zimbabwe, once an exporter of food, now relies
on food aid.
New economic policies
have become little more than fresh ways for the elite to make money.
Senior party officials can make a fortune from buying US dollars
at the official rate. Foreign investment has been scared away by
out-of-control inflation and rampant corruption. Zimbabwe is sliding
backwards at a frightening rate.
Bulawayo's government-controlled
newspaper, The Chronicle, reports that "animal-drawn ploughs"
are being given to new farmers as part of the country's "agricultural
mechanisation programme". "What did Zimbabwe have before
candles?" asks one businessman we meet in Bulawayo. "Electricity."
The Victoria Falls are
marketed as one of the Seven Wonders of the World. They lie on the
border between Zimbabwe and Zambia. For decades Zimbabwe was the
place to go to see the Falls; there are better views from the Zimbabwean
side of the border and more luxury hotels. But few tourists holiday
here any more. By lunchtime only 100 people have gone through the
turnstiles.
At the international
airport two flights are about to leave and 40 passengers mill around,
spending the last of their wads of Zimbabwean dollars.
As we pass through immigration
the officer stamping our passports says: "You'll come again,
yes?"
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