Our household trash had not been collected since before Christmas ... and with flies
becoming a serious health hazard ... our trusty horticulturist and I decided to take a trip to
the Municipal Landfill site !!
Now this trip is not to be taken lightly I can assure you... the municipal landfill has an aura
all of it's own, as well as an odour all of it's own !!
Gathering up the neighbours' trash too, we set off most pungently down the road.... we
had removed everything from the truck that was not bolted down, including the rubber
mat that protects the lining of the truck.
What goes into a Municipal Landfill site in Zimbabwe seldom re-emerges trust me !!
As we approached the dump, doors firmly locked, windows rolled up tight, as if by magic,
emerged from the tall grass, the most amazing collection of raggle taggle gypsies you
have ever seen.
They were undoubtedly human, but their eyes were raging red and bloodshot, their hair
matted with dirt and their clothes were held together with dung clotted threads.
I had been warned of this this heart breaking sight, but nothing could ever lead me to
believe that people actually existed in this sub human way.
Racing to the truck, they heaved themselves over the sides and as we drove, they
rummaged furiously through our miserable, stinking, maggot ridden refuse.
Bottles and plastic bags were tucked into torn shirts, scraps of fetid food were stuffed
voraciously into gaping mouths .... nothing could ever have prepared me for this
heartbreaking experience.
We dutifully went to pay at the Municipal office, but the supervisor graciously allowed us
through without paying !! We were after all doing the job of the city council ...
As we approached the dumping area, the stinking rotting fumes that emanated from the
trash parted, and dozens of grey ghostly figures, the tattered remnants of human beings,
could be seen scrabbling slowly, as if in a trance, through the morass of mud and filth.
Mad Max and his gang leapt off the truck, the trash miraculously dragged off with them,
and began to fight over a box of wine bottles. No one bothers with re-cycling in
Zimbabwe, these sad scarecrow scavengers do it for us ....
Timidly opening the window a tiny bit I had the temerity to ask who they would be voting
for next month ?
Would they perhaps be voting against a government which had reduced them to being the
very dregs of humanity ?
Perhaps they like this odious life of theirs, perhaps this abject filth and misery is all they
have ever known, but as one they gave me an answer that I did not want to hear .....
Annette Bowes
I am saddened to read in the Morning Mirror of the passing of Annette.
Memories of her gracious hospitality, her lovely home;
And Wednesday evening service's at the thatched Anglican Chapel in Hillside together with
Barbara.
My prayers & sincere condolences to Barbara, Penny and family.
Pat Donzelli
A friend and colleague, Isa Broughton, passed away on Friday, 8th, February, 2008, in
England. Remembered with love for all she did in her nursing abilities for people in
Bulawayo. Gone to join Les at peace at last. Condolences to Micheal, Tony, Linya, and
family.Our thoughts and prayers are with you. Mary Little, Jane and Scott Petrie, Margaret
Steel.
Margaret Marais
Beloved mother, grandmother and great grandmother.
You were an inspiration to us all. We were truly blessed to have had such a special person
in our lives. We loved you and will miss you dearly.
Although we've left, we pray for Zimbabwe, we pray that God will release rain to replenish
the parched land. We pray for the people of Zimbabwe, that they will not lose hope. You
know I take my hat off to Zimbabweans, because no matter what, they always have a plan.
I read the article you wrote about Borrow Street Swimming pool and I laughed, because I
too remember it that way, with the pink fish, the everlasting, the smell of chlorine and the
laughter from the kids. There's no place like home, should things turn, I'd come home in a
flash.
Africa has quality of life, and that lacks here. We were always able to employ maids and
gardeners, and now we are the maid and gardener. We have big houses there with lots of
land and here your neighbour know exactly what you're having for supper, and knows how
many times you burnt the food in the week, even knows when you and your husband
aren't talking.
Anyway, just to let you know that we are praying for you all.
Maureen Cunningham
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