Showing posts with label Cathrine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cathrine. Show all posts

Monday, February 9, 2009

OLZ Rutendo, Cathrine, & Precious

Back when I was really little, not even 2 months old yet, we moved to Mozambique. And everybody there spoke Portuguese. Except Mommy and Papa. And me, but I didn't speak English yet, either.

But we really needed some help in the house so we could get our work done. So we started looking for some English-speaking people to help. And that's how we got acquainted with the ever-growing Zimbabwean population in Mozambique. Since English is the official language of Zimbabwe, there were lots of English-speaking people to find!

First came Ms. Rutendo. She was the expert at stacking stuff up neatly. No matter what it was - haphazard clothing, miscellaneous scraps of paper, kitchen goods - she could stack it up precisely and perfectly! And she would take me outside and rock me in my stroller as we chatted to all the people walking by our house.

Ms. Rutendo was just reaching the end of her teenage years. With no job prospects in Zimbabwe, she left her family and ventured to Mozambique. Like most Zimbabweans, much to most of her income went back home to family. Foreign currency, in this case Mozambican meticals, is pure gold in a country where the local currency loses half its value in one day.

Ms. Rutendo met her man and left us when cute little Wilma was on the way. Here they are on a visit with me!

Then came Ms. Cathrine! Ms. Cathrine had been in Mozambique for a while, having worked for a Zimbabwean embassy employee, when she came to join us. I loved Ms. Cathrine. I even called her "mommy" in Shona. She taught me lots of things, like how to count to 18 and what tigers say and how to scrub the floor and how to make mud soup and how to play nicely with my buddy Mavinga.
Ms. Cathrine also sent money home to her family. And when we decided we needed more help so Mommy could focus on her work while I started getting busier and busier, Ms. Cathrine's cousin, Ms. Precious, came from Zimbabwe to join us.

Ms. Precious left her husband and baby girl, just 2 months older than me, behind in Zimbabwe. Can you imagine having to choose between being with your baby and feeding your baby? I know I would miss my Mommy very much, and I wouldn't understand at all that she was leaving me just so I could have food to eat.

In a desperate venture to keep families, alive, there is a massive exodus of Zimbabweans into Mozambique and other neighboring countries: South Africa, Botswana, and Zambia. It's estimated that well over 3 million Zimbabweans have left their homeland.

Many, if not most, are illegal immigrants. They face the risk of deportation, imprisonment, and xenophobic acts. Yet their desire to feed their families outweighs the risks.

Friday, July 4, 2008

July 4th

Mozi Esmé’s mommy here.

Happy Independence Day, American readers! And to fellow Canadians (yes, I have dual citizenship), happy belated day!

While it’s not a holiday here, unfortunately, the reminder of the date does have me grateful that our governments are not like Zimbabwe’s. During Zimbabwe’s sham election last Friday, our Zimbabwean empregada, Cathrine, received news that her brother* and wife and two children had been murdered on Thursday. He was known to be a supporter of the opposition party, though no one has verified that this was the reason for the murders.

So what is the solution to Zimbabwe’s problems? I am thankful that the US and UK are vocal in condemning the situation, but more action needs to be taken. People are without work and unable to find food even if they have money. Violence continues to rise. And things keep spiraling downward. We keep hearing hints of another genocide in the making.

This brings to mind Edmund Burke’s thought that “evil triumphs when good men do nothing.” So I’ve been pondering what one can do. If anyone has suggestions, let me know . . .
Esmé with Ms. Cathrine

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*The term “brother” is used somewhat loosely here so could mean actual brother, cousin, or extended family member. I’m not sure which is the case in this instance.