Zimbabwe’s Tokoloshe is a large creature, covered in fur with long talons and a bony spine reaching all the way down its back from the top of its skull. It also has glowing red eyes, emits a foul stench and speaks in a rasping voice. Fear of Tokoloshe is such that many people will not sleep on the floor, and they will raise their beds higher by placing bricks underneath the legs. This enables them to see a Tokoloshe hiding underneath the bed. There’s a good reason to fear a Tokoloshe – it is claimed they will climb into the bed with the inhabitant and bite off a sleeping man’s toes and have their wicked, Tokoloshe way with a woman… vile creatures indeed! Some people will not even mention the name Tokoloshe for fear of summoning this extremely unwelcome guest. A person can summon a Tokoloshe to inflict harm upon another, and if this happens then a Nyanga – witchdoctor – may intervene and chase the evil being away. Although only the victim and the culprit dealing with it can see a Tokoloshe, the creature is clearly visible to children, friendship can develop between the two. Tokoloshes generally don’t harm children – perhaps this the African version of an invisible playmate common to so many children from all over the world?
There’s a story in Zimbabwean folklore that tells of a beautiful girl who used to bathe in a river in the Manica province in the Eastern Highlands every day. A Tokoloshe living in the water fell in love with her, and while she was bathing one day “proposed love” to her… naturally she was horrified, and rushed home to her human boyfriend, who promptly made his own “proposal” and gave her nine bracelets as a betrothal gift. Delightedly she wore them the next day when she went to bath, and when the Tokoloshe saw them he grew so angry he seized her, cut off the arm wearing the bangles and threw it in the river. Incredibly in the early 1940s a prospector named Captain Valentine found the remains of a human arm AND nine bangles buried in the sand on the river bank, and gave it to the Harare Museum in 1953… it is apparently still resident there. I’m ashamed to admit I’ve never been to the Harare Museum, so when I go back in September I’ll have to confirm that the arm is indeed still there!
A couple of recent stories involving The Tokoloshe in Zimbabwe:

In 1999 a lady living in my home city of Bulawayo summoned a witchdoctor to exorcise her house, believing that her maid had contacted a Tokoloshe and asked it to harm her employer. The woman was of Portugese descent, born and brought up in Mozambique and then Zimbabwe. The witchdoctor got rid of the Tokoloshe, and the maid fell ill and left the service of her employer…

Tokoloshes were busy that year, because one Elliot Manyika, head of Mugabe’s security in Parliament, blamed a disgruntled employee for sending not one but THREE Tokoloshes to attack him…

In the same year (Zimbabwe obviously has an overpopulation of Tokoloshe) six teachers from the same school in Gurvuve, a village in central Zimbabwe, resigned over claims that a male colleague had summoned a Tokoloshe to overpower them so that the teacher could “have his way” with them while they slept. Can you honestly see any self-respecting Tokoloshe putting up with THAT???
My family was not immune from the Tokoloshe. One night my eight year old brother (Bryan) was camping at Matopos with his scout cub troupe. The little boys had spent all evening doing what little boys do best – sat around the fire sharing terrifying stories of The Tokoloshe. Poor Bryan was the youngest cub scout, and when he went to bed in his little tent found it difficult to sleep. So when he heard a rasping sound and felt something scratching at his sleeping bag the poor little boy rushed out of the tent in terror… whereupon the rasping sound turned into peals of laughter!
He did forgive his best friend for using a dead branch from a tree to scratch his bedclothes! Little Boys can be cruel!