The Winter of our Days
Each of the seasons in Zimbabwe is special and very different. Spring is characterized by the brilliant colors of the new foliage of trees that sense the longer days and the coming rains. Summer with its storms and flooding rivers, green grass and rich, dense foliage. Then the onset of the dry season when the weather clears and we have chilly nights, green veld, running streams and beautiful blue skies and clear nights when the stars just crowd the skies and you can walk by their light.
But our winters are tough - harsh dry, dust devils scatter across the bushveld, rivers slow and then die, trees drop their leaves and are stark and bare, many covered in thorns that make the bush difficult to walk through. The grass dies and goes brown and is frosted and turned white or pale yellow, tinder dry and instantly supporting fire when given the slightest provocation. Millions of hectares are burnt and scarred and the sun turns a deep red as it its energy is filtered through a dense prism of dust and smoke. The winter moon rises just after sunset as a yellow ball, twice its normal size and giving the whole world a sense of serenity that is broken by the grunts of a distant lion, or the weird laugh of a hyena and the faint tinkling call of the nightjar.
During the winter it is very difficult to imagine that summer is coming. It takes a lot of faith and memories of what was in previous years. It's especially tough in the spring when temperatures rise to the mid 30's and low 40's. I can remember one spring when for two weeks the thermometer sat at 45 c during the day and never dropped below 35 cat night. That year you would not have seen a blade of grass for 100 kilometers in any direction, cattle died in their thousands, the only hippo left alive were in swimming pools and dams maintained with pumped water.
But I was born in this wild and tough environment and find the bush of the lowveld and Matabeleland especially fascinating. By comparison the soft green environment in the wetter and more temperate areas seem characterless and uninteresting, even barren. But it can look pretty discouraging and bleak to the outsider.
In politics this is our winter, there not much to cheer about, Zanu PF is still frustrating all progress, both in the economy and in the political arena. They seem to be able to continue to burn what remains of the rural economy and get away with the arson. The MDC seems compliant and without power or even influence. The regional community makes the right noises but seem unable or unwilling to intervene effectively on the side of justice and freedom.