We weren’t sure what to expect from Zimbabwe, but we found
it fairly pleasant and peaceful. One thing that Mugabe did right was that he made Zimbabwe the most literate country in Africa. In our brief foray through
Harare, Victoria Falls, and Bulawayo, people spoke with us in a distinctly
different way than we were used to. No one pointed or shouted “murungu!” In
perfect English, a bartender asked us about the political situation in
Swaziland, articulated his moral stance against polygamy, and discussed the
need for cultures to discard antiquated traditions as their culture evolves.
The topic of their own president, however, was taboo for
everyone. In Vic Falls we chatted with a friendly rasta guy while he made me a
pair of earrings using bottle caps and fabric that I cut out. He laughed about
the inflation rate a few years ago (6.5 SEXTILLION percent!), before they
switched their currency to the American dollar. When we asked about Mugabe, his
composure snapped to serious. He looked around and whispered, “There’s cops
around.” When we asked some hostel owners about it later, they just said,
“Yeahh, you shouldn’t ask people about Mugabe.” We asked what could happen.
“Well it depends what you say,” they laughed. “But you can get arrested.”
Since our trip through Africa was nearly over, we did some
touristy things at Vic Falls. We passed by hippos on a sunset boat trip.
We went white water rafting on the Zambezi, which was fun for TK and terrifying
for me. And we went on a lion walk with two 18 month-old cubs, who would
eventually be reintroduced to the wild.
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