An African's Anecdotes and Accoutrements
|It’s been a while since I updated this blog, much less visited any of my favourites. Life is getting in the way of writing, which isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Right now I just wish there were more hours in my day that the allotted twenty four!
I’ve just got back from a twelve day trip to Zimbabwe. Since the “Unity Government” was formed in February last year there have been plenty of positive changes, or maybe that’s just the way it seems to a nation that has been through HELL during the last decade or so. I was ecstatic to see a municipal vehicle repairing the potholed road outside our complex in Mount Pleasant, and my elated thumbs up to the workers busily tending to the damaged tar was well received. Our entire road is in a shocking condition, yet they only repaired the section outside our gates. When I remembered the Deputy Prime Minister lives just a few houses down from our residence I wondered if perhaps the municipality was fixing the wrong stretch of road... after all, we have what is probably the nicest entrance on the street! Maybe they thought our house belonged to the Deputy PM?
I also managed to finalise our return to Zimbabwe, mainly the issue of bringing back our Turkish household as returning residents. Both my husband and I have British passports, and this was supposedly an impediment to bringing back our household without paying duty. We’ve kept up our residency in Zimbabwe by returning annually, which turns out to have been the best thing we could have done. This makes us eligible for returning residency status, so we can bring back our household. Three different freight agencies gave us three different takes on our status. We’re using an agent who’s just helped friends of my brother’s on British passports return permanently from Dubai.
A young family with two small children are now renting on of the houses in our complex, having returned to Zimbabwe after ten years abroad. Some people have said returning to Zimbabwe is easy for a childless, middle-aged couple like ourselves because we don’t have the future of our offspring to consider. A bit presumptuous, I feel, because I don’t think either of us is a selfish individual, so it’s nice to meet people with young children determined to return and build a life for their family back home in Zimbabwe.
Highlights of our visit: our Malawian family drove down to see us... spent a lovely 24 hours at Darwendale Dam with my brother’s family... my parents drove up from Bulawayo... lunch with four wonderful girlfriends, catching up with other friends and family members... and a great farewell dinner with some of my favourite people and our family. Oh, and starting the procedures that will see us going back to Africa.
The next seven weeks will be taken up with packing up our house so hopefully our container can arrive in Zimbabwe not too long after we go back for good. We’ve given notice to our landlady, so the wheels are set in motion... and we’ll be back home in Zimbabwe end of July.