Troubles of a Rural Bachelor

picture of a borehole

It was now late in night. In the far distance, I could hear a drum thumping its heart out, punctuated by erratic singing which echoed and reverberated in the night. Chenura. There I lay alone on the tattered sleeping mat in the thatched hut, devoid of blankets. It was seeringly hot.  A sliver of the moon once appeared in a gap on the thatch. But I never saw the beauty of it. For a thousandth time, my thoughts again wandered to what had happened in the afternoon at the local borehole. Shuwa shuwa here, kuti Tariso anondiramba pazere vanhu? “Handitombokuda Joe. Pengera kwawakaroyerwa. Wazvinzwa here iwe rombe rekwaMupakati? Unondipei ipo pawakati mhaa?”, she had loudly said, amid laughter of the many rural people who had come to fetch water. “Ko zvine muto ndozvine…” I did not even finish the sentence, as I felt the cold gush of water onto my face. Aizve, zvakutori kudirwa nhai. ……………. Sleep would not come early.

Winter Wheat Farming in Zimbabwe

picture of woman harvesting wheat

I happened to witness winter wheat harvesting a couple of days ago at (somewhere). These pictures may paint a good outlook of winter wheat farming in Zimbabwe. However, this sector is said to be facing a lot of challenges. Farmers have cited shortages of fuel and electricity for irrigation as their major challenges, while others say they don’t have working capital. This has led to some sections saying it is cheaper to import wheat rather than grow it in Zimbabwe. Hmm, so which is which? Combine Harvester Loading Wheat onto Tractor Trailer Tractor and Trailer Carrying Wheat

Sweet Potatoes by the Road Side

Bucket of Sweet Potatoes by the Roadside

Who can forget that morning tea (made thick with cow or goat milk) prepared in the muddy & thatched round kitchen as little children growing up? Urban life has almost made me forget. But honestly, how could I? This is only until I came across this…