Taruvinga Magwiroto That year in Hurungwe still stands out as the most significant in my career. If anything, it confirmed that at least I was no slouch in terms of professional skills and knowledge. That was the basis of my authority anyway: strip that away, I was nothing really. So I was happy with my level, and had seen and done enough to be self-satisfied … Continue reading Adventures in the field: at the beaches of Binga!
Taruvinga Magwiroto Time: 10.45am Place: Reading, UK I have been sitting still at my desk for hours, looking outside my window at the little green square blurred by the light driving rain. I have been thinking about Babamukuru, my uncle who recently died back in Vurile Village, the place that- for a long time-I called home. He is dead, our dear Babamukuru. But in … Continue reading Back to the future: memories of my Uncle
Taruvinga Magwiroto I love dogs… up to a point. My caution with them perhaps comes from being brought up in an apostolic sect family that considered dogs to be “unholy”. But maybe my discomfort with them stems from that, and something else. Well, love them or not, I have had encounters with dogs over the years that has not made me change my mind. But … Continue reading To all stock owners: rabies alert!
For all its isolation and backwardness, Musambakaruma was the backdrop of some of the fondest and most indelible memories of my time in the field. The place was as close to idyllic as you could get, and over there people lived life at a walking pace. It was the only way to live anyway: the place was the nearest to a hot furnace that I … Continue reading African Wild West and me!
One of the more satisfying things about working among the people is the sense of making a difference that it gives you. It is not something that you can reckon in dollars and cents, but just as satisfying, if not more so. Lying at night, you feel a certain peace. That was certainly the case for me during that period. One August morning, on a … Continue reading Among the people
Near my office, a couple of hundred metres away, was located a cotton company collecting depot. They bought cotton from the neighbouring areas and stored it temporarily at the depot, pending onward marketing. Quite a number of people worked there, mostly guarding the premises and sorting the bales. I saw them quite a lot as they passed along the road by my office on their … Continue reading Love, interrupted…!!!
I remember that time as vividly as if it was yesterday. At around the same time I started working in the Magunje area, another young man joined us as a livestock extension worker. The Livestock Production Department (LPD) was a newly set-up department whose mandate eluded me then, and still eludes me today. It was supposed to service a niche between the agronomic extension system … Continue reading Serving the Magunje community: hits and misses!
May 2005 found me at Magunje Growth Point, a gutsy windswept place 20 minutes drive west of Karoi town. Like a score of similar places in Zimbabwe, it really is a place that defies classification. It is a rural centre threatening to become an urban one, a strange mix of the old and the new, the emergent and the established. And all the time you … Continue reading On my own at last.
After 4 months of lodging at the District office, I was finally pissed off. For one, I couldn’t sleep in, no matter how much I loved to! For another, all my fellow workers had now been assigned their own work stations in the rural areas, and they all strutted around like peacocks, reveling in their new statuses as “officers”, “authorised persons” or even veterinary “doctors”! … Continue reading Go Ye Thee (Or The Great Dilemma)
In January 2005, my brother received a call that I was required to go to Department of Veterinary Services HQ in Harare to process my work papers! Wow. I was impressed by the efficiency of the system. I didn’t even know my exam results! But that was the way it worked back then. The College processed students results and passed the names and contact details … Continue reading The Field.