The falls that refused to fall
How a cyclone, a waterfall, and a gown carried Zimbabwe’s resilience to Poland. by NORMA TSOPO THE CATARACT drops fifty metres over the Chimanimani escarpment. Tourists know it as the Bridal Veil.
How a cyclone, a waterfall, and a gown carried Zimbabwe’s resilience to Poland. by NORMA TSOPO THE CATARACT drops fifty metres over the Chimanimani escarpment. Tourists know it as the Bridal Veil.
by BERNARD CHIKETO A COMPLETELY harmless Spotted Bush Snake hung over a pack of nervous journalists huddling in the cool shed of a giant baobab. It warmed itself in perfect camouflage against the grey, leafless bark, oblivious to the muffled murmur below—a unified verdict, delivered by phobia, that all snakes are dangerous.
In rural Zimbabwe, it is women who are holding the land—and the dead—together by NORMA TSOPO ON A scantly vegetated plain in Chimanimani district, Queen Chimwoyo gestures at terraces of stone, neatly packed behind woven wire. These are gabions, the humble engineering of soil conservation.
by STAFF WRITER FROM the quartzite peaks of Mount Binga to the Rusitu river valley far below, this corner of eastern Zimbabwe has long been a laboratory in the hardest of sciences: survival.