The planet tipped north
celebrating equinox in a pink flush at dawn and dusk

Already the sun sends shafts of rainbows through the crystal on the A-frame
and cold fingers reach out and touch
my cheek in the early morning the manikins have returned to the seed holder
the bush babies to the fruit tray
the tall summer  grasses begin to fall

It has been some time now, to find words to speak of the present

We watch our own chaos with a strange compassion
who else could understand all is the same all is different

The dictator still waves his fist
takes the last farms with brutal violence
arrests the opposition
controls the media
the army
the police

and the new ministers drive their Mercedes
in a show of wealth
in the face of the people who voted them in

there is no currency below 1 US$ (R10)
change is bartered and bargained
given in eggs or sweets

SADC tells the west to pay for our salvation
despite the evidence of continued abuse and corruption

Noel and his small family have been evicted from their one room
Wadzi and her children have been evicted from their cottage

rents are exorbitant as landlords try to make a living out of small rooms
hundreds of dollars beyond what is possible
dignified and hard working people back on the street – without jobs

the intensity and immediacy in which life unravels
shakes the system

so we wait in a stunned silence
still with dignity
where there should be devastation
still with humour
where there should be despair

counting the rainbows

A battalion of government ministers, deputy ministers, permanent secretaries and other various hangers-on start a retreat in Victoria Falls today to get to know each other and set some benchmarks for progress in the next 100 days of the unity government.

Apparently the World Bank is supporting this weekend away. I’m wondering what on earth the World Bank is thinking when it invites and supports such lavishness in the face of Zimbabwe’s extreme humanitarian crisis. Just look at the photograph below and consider that while the Zimbabwe government can’t afford to feed the prisoners they incarcerate, they are happy to wine and dine on retreat.

In the World Bank’s rush to wank the boys in suits they fail to acknowledge the extreme injustice they perpetuate with their donor dollars.

Stop feasting mr ministers and start feeding

Go to the Village Walk shopping centre in Harare’s Borrowdale suburb and the first thing you’ll see is Dexter Nyamainashe’s mobile wire sculpture.

The wire sculpture is large and intricate, and people can’t help but stop to have a closer look.

Which is part of the point. As much public installation as a work in progress, the machinery, as Nyamainashe calls it, is a mixture of heart-felt expression and deliberate attention seeking.

A composite of small, unique wire sculptures, Nyamainashe’s art is several stories high with sections covered in carpeting and bunting. Each sculpture within the piece depicts different scenes. Many are of rural African village life – pounding maize, collecting firewood, minding cattle. But others include experience from Western cultures including the US and Europe.

The mobile wire sculpture that Nyamainashe has been developing since 1994, sits on six wheels and can be dismantled into five sections. It features moving parts and flowing water. When asked where his ideas came from, or how he learnt to make the water flow and the sculptures move, Nyamainashe says, “It’s just like art of imagination. It’s always on plan. When you’re working on this it’s like you’re spirited by the Holy Spirit and you get possessed somewhere during the course of doing it.”

“The main theme is saying it’s all about uniting all people,” explained Nyamainashe in a recent interview. “I cannot see any reason why we should fight one another. We should get together and learn to share, equally and unify the world.”

He sees the purpose of his art primarily to convey a message of peace and harmony, and to get people talking. “We are seeing so many wars in other countries, worldwide. We don’t like situations whereby an innocent human being gets killed.”

But the wire sculpture is also helping Nyamainashe, 43, reach another one of his goals, to become an artist.

Life, as he describes it, is a ladder. And “in life,” says Nyamainashe, “you don’t climb five steps at one time. You start from the first, then the second. Can I say maybe I’m just on the third step. I’m still close to the ground.” Times have been hard for the artist. When he finished his O Levels in Bulawayo, he took up tree cutting. But after seven years, his business collapsed and he had financial problems. Visiting Harare, he saw artists selling their work to tourists on First Street. He had been good at art at school, and calls art his “inborn concept, from younghood up to this age.”

Nyamainashe rediscovered the talent he had with wire in school and started making wire sculptures to sell to tourists. And so, he says, “I injected myself into art.”

He gets his materials from people who see the wire sculpture and bring him materials for it. He also uses objects he collects from the ground and off cuts from places like carpet shops.

Nyamainashe has dreams for how he’d like to expand his wire sculpture. “Because so far, I have Africans, Whites and Jews. So that means there are many races left which are supposed to be put on so that the whole world is there together with all races. And then I can add onto it Hell and Heaven. And some other planets. Maybe I can work on a big moon, and put the astronauts doing something after coming from earth. Then it’s going to be a united universe at last.”

The mobile wire sculpture attracts attention – and, occasionally donations, or orders from tourists and locals. The café owner that his taken him in, and given him a permanent place to host his wire sculpture, was “anointed by God,” he says. On a good day, Nyamainashe might take home USD 30, on a bad day, next to nothing. With Zimbabwe’s economy in decline, and tourism in a slump, the bad days far outnumber the good.

But Nyamainashe holds out hope that his fortunes will change, that he’ll travel the world with his wire sculpture, and that he’ll earn enough money to marry and start a family.

As Bev pointed out a month or so ago, we’ve started getting these fantastic little occasional newsletters from MarkLives. They point out highlights in art, design and technology in South Africa. The MarkLives blog site isn’t exactly an example of compelling design, but the posts themselves invariably draw your attention to hidden treasures you’d never otherwise know about.

Even better, on the right hand sidebar of the blog site is a link to Mark magazine. Far more than your average pdf file, this is an interactive fully featured magazine experience. What’s more, the magazine content itself is stimulating, diverse, and interesting. The downside is it runs on a flash player type interface, and I shudder to think how much bandwidth it must chew. But where else will you find a reference to Vivienne Westwood’s Manifesto – Active resistance to propaganda (“We shall begin with a search for art, show that art gives culture and that culture is the antidote to propaganda.”) in the same place as an advertorial promoting recent University of Cape Town research on “The Feasibility of Mobile Technology as an Information Medium” (about how much more education needs to be done in South Africa to help mobile phone users there take better advantage of the communications potential the phones have) and this photo of the rubbish bins decorated by five Cape Town ad agencies in an urban design project.

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I recall how President Mugabe and ZANU-PF invoked national sovereignty at every rally and in every campaign message and managed to retrieve the phrase from relative obscurity to national prominence. Virtually the entire nation had heard about sovereignty, albeit, without necessarily knowing what it meant. Sovereignty was indeed ZANU-PF’s mantra.  It was the magic word that would instantly send supporters into frenzy. ZANU-PF repeatedly warned the electorate to use their votes to defend Zimbabwe’s sovereignty and make sure that ‘Zimbabwe will never be a colony again.’

By sovereignty President Mugabe and ZANU-PF probably meant the right to be left to do as they please with Zimbabwe without the international community being able to say or do anything. On a number of occasions President Mugabe publicly declared something along these lines, “Blair, keep your England and l will keep my Zimbabwe.” And recently, President Mugabe (at some function during the worst cholera crisis in Zimbabwe’s history) simply and matter-of-factly declared, “Zimbabwe is mine…”

Now it appears all this talk about national sovereignty was disingenuous; meant only to hoodwink the (quite often) gullible electorate. At present all talk about sovereignty has suddenly become irrelevant and has been replaced by pleas for international assistance to fund Zimbabwe’s economic recovery program. A country that elevates and celebrates sovereignty now has to rely on international aid to pay its security forces and diplomatic missions (along with everything else). Government coffers are empty and l am reliably informed that Zimbabwe’s diplomats and diplomatic staff have not been paid a cent in ages!  Money to pay the diplomats, soldiers, police, prison officers and CIO is expected to come from international aid! The so-called defenders of Zimbabwe’s sovereignty will get their salaries from international donors. At least ZANU-PF has finally realized that people do not eat sovereignty. Or maybe this is a new form of national sovereignty?

The security forces must now realize that in a globalised world, there is no such thing as absolute sovereignty where a country can do as it pleases without some action from the international community. They must also realize that, since the international community is paying their salaries, they have a legitimate reason to expect the forces to conduct themselves in a professional manner. Zimbabwe has a responsibility to act responsibly and the international community expects each State to do its duty. Without a serious commitment to a respect for human rights by Zimbabwe, the international community runs the risk of being accomplices in human rights abuses in Zimbabwe when they pay those who perpetrate a reign of terror.

And finally, to the Honourable Prime Minister, Morgan Richard Tsvangirai, please do not prematurely declare that Zimbabwe has reformed before there is evidence in hand. I hope your attitude to ZANU-PF is not in any way being influenced by the saying: “if you can’t beat them, join them.” The struggle for democracy, freedom and human rights did not end with the consummation of the inclusive government, it is just beginning. And so the struggle continues unabated.

Lynde Francis Zimbabwean AIDS activist and founder of The Centre, died yesterday from AIDS-related complications.

I had the privilege of interviewing Lynde in 2007, and found her to be one of the most stimulating, thought provoking, passionate and committed people I have ever met.

Keith Goddard, director of Gays and Lesbians of Zimbabwe (GALZ) shared some of his memories of Lynde:

I learnt with deep sadness yesterday that Lynde Francis had died that morning. It was almost unbelievable because Lynde was always a great fighter. She had lived with HIV for decades and pulled through a serious illness, probably caused by a spider bite, which left her unconscious for days.

I first met Lynde as a dynamic member of the Gays and Lesbians of Zimbabwe (GALZ). She didn’t fit into any conventional category or define herself as gay, lesbian or bisexual. She used to say she was polysexual and then laugh.

In the early 1990s GALZ had no offices and Lynde’s home was open house for many of our meetings and even interviews with journalists.

Lynde was the first member to receive sponsorship through GALZ to start counselling training with CONNECT and her home phone was the hotline for the GALZ Counselling Services. In 1995, Lynde’s dining room became the interim offices for GALZ until we moved to our present address.

She was also with us at the 1995 Book Fair which had as its theme that year ‘Human Rights and Justice’. Despite the title, government illegally banned GALZ from participating and the President, on opening the Fair, issued the first in a series of vitriolic attacks on gays. Despite the ban, we were there and I can remember standing next to Lynde and others day after day at an empty stand talking to members of the public who had come to stare at and mock the homosexuals. At the end we all went back to her house for a glass of white wine exhilarated by our success of having put gay and lesbian rights firmly on the national agenda in Zimbabwe. I remember Lynde describing it as a coup.

But Lynde’s association with GALZ caused her difficulties when it came to setting up and finding funding for The Centre. Government’s disapproval of GALZ made many AIDS Service Organisations nervous about being linked to an organisation which might incur the wrath of government. But, in true style, Lynde refused either to deny her links with GALZ or to give up the struggle to realise her dream of setting up The Centre.

She won through and in 1998 even spoke up at a meeting of ZNNP+ in support of the application for membership by GALZ. It was largely through Lynde’s efforts that GALZ became fully accepted and respected as a member of the AIDS movement in Zimbabwe.

Lynde gave hope to thousands of people living with HIV especially at a time when ARVs were unaffordable to most. She always took on too much and always placed herself second. She was a wonderful mother to us all and we will miss her dearly.

According to the Zimbabwe Human Rights NGO Forum, there will be a viewing for Lynde at the Doves Chapel, 157 Harare Street on Thursday 2 April from 11:30am – 1.00pm.  All those who would like to pay their last respect to Lynde are welcome to come and part take in this service.   Her body will be taken to Mutare for cremation. On Monday 6 April from 11:30 – 1.00 there will also be a Memorial Service at Celebration Centre in Harare to celebrate her life. Thereafter all are welcome at The Centre, 24 Van Praagh Avenue, Milton Park from 2.00pm-5pm.

If you knew Lynde and would like to share your memories of this amazing woman, please leave your comments here.