Dear Family and Friends,
Walking out in the neighbourhood early in the morning it's a strange sight we see in small town Zimbabwe. 90% of people are unemployed, money flow is exceedingly tight and everywhere people are readying for another day of making a living on the roadside.
For some it's a few rocks, lumps of concrete, or chunks of rubble that support planks, boxes or pieces of tin on which they display their goods for sale. Others have got umbrellas, poles, plastic roofs and fold up tables for their goods. These are Zimbabwe's ‘tuck shops' and they are on almost every road in residential neighbourhoods and peri-urban areas.
Before the sun comes over the horizon a delivery truck from the local bakery stops on a dusty, potholed road. People emerge from all over and line up to buy a few dozen loaves of bread at wholesale prices which they will then sell at their ‘tuck shops,' making a few cents on each loaf. Also in their ‘tuck shops' you can be sure to find eggs, biscuits, fruit and veg, sweets, cigarettes, bottled drinks, basic groceries, telephone air time and more, depending on the size of their display tables and the dollars in their pockets.
Every morning from just after sunrise Zimbabwe's tuck shop operators load their tables and sit out in the elements waiting for customers. When it's sunny they get hot; when it rains they get wet and when a car roars past they get covered in dust while their toddlers play in the dirt nearby. If you go past at eight, nine, even ten at night, many of them are still there, their shacks illuminated by solar lamps as they wait for the last customer to go past.
As your morning walk continues the contrasts between the grit, determination and endlessly hard work of ordinary people and the neglect, deterioration and decay of the state's urban and residential infrastructure is dramatic. Local council employees whose wages and salaries are paid by our rates are invisible around here.