Experiencing Kuwadzana township, Zimbabwe

(Saturday) Today was our first full day here.

After having breakfast, which our hosts prepared for us, we did some errands in town: go to the bank, buy a generator, get a quote and order guttering and food shopping.

We did go to an OK store but this time in Harare, which was bigger and I discovered that the price of food was a lot cheaper than the store from the previous day. When purchasing food, they only have dollar notes in change but if you need smaller coin, they give you this in Rand (South African currency).

Most of my first impression were confirmed but the roads did seem crazier.

In the afternoon, we went on a walk around the township: what an eye opener!


There are no pavements here and the ground is just red-brown dust. The roads are full of pot-holes. On the streets are mainly mini-van, which are like buses but they pick you up from anywhere and drop you off anywhere. Not sure about the pricing though.


Most people are extremely friendly, greeting you as you pass them by. Everyone including children will say ‘Hi, how are you?’ ‘I’m fine, you?’ But a lot of them could not say much more than that.

The children are just wandering and hanging around or manning stalls, not doing much. They loved being in photos and the seeing themselves.


We had a lot of younger people shout ‘Muoro’, which means white people. This is because it is unusual to see white people around.


Outside houses ladies would be braiding friend’s hair or men would be making furniture or people selling fruit, sweets, beans, corn of the cob being cooked. Some stalls sold caterpillars, yes caterpillars. They looked gross.


Around there were several hairdresser, not your normal British one. They were in a small tin shed with a mirror and equipment.


There were women walking back to their homes, carrying maize on their heads without holding them.

The houses around ranged from half build brick houses to small, cramped houses, to house with one room and the start of extensions. Some had fences around them; others didn’t. They were all one floor, generally with tinned roofs.

There were many garden patches, where they were growing mainly a green leaf which they eat with their maize. There are beautifully trees and different fruit trees.

We spoke to one family, our host knew, to discover a person in their family had died the day before. They kindly invited us in, we sang and prayed with them.


As we were walking around, we found a night club blaring out music: this was during the day and a market selling food and clothes.


Once we had got in the training centre, I was talking to a few girls and they wanted me to take their photo with me on their photo.

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