‘We used to eat three meals a day, now we can afford only one’



“The village rainmaker said we should appease the gods so that they bless us with rain,” says Eddies Mafire, a resident of Mwenezi, a small district of southern Zimbabwe, which like the rest of the country is being crushed by drought. She adds: “Traditionally we would have made beer to offer to the gods, but this time there was nothing to make beer with. So, there was no beer and no rain.”

Villagers have no way to save livestock. Photo: WFP/Isheeta Sumra

More than half of Zimbabweans — 7.7 million people — are struggling to feed themselves. WFP is currently doubling the number of people it helps, to reach 4.1 million.

We distribute monthly rations of cereal, pulses and vegetable oil, as well as specialized nutritious food for pregnant and nursing mothers and infants. An additional US$200 million is urgently needed if we are to be able to fund its scale-up through June.

In a testament to her upbeat nature, the bright yellow and red skirt Eddies is wearing contrasts with where she’s at in life: breaking point. Zimbabweans are bearing the brunt of prolonged drought and an economy in freefall.

Eddies’ responsibilities are considerable. A widow, she heads a family of 28 that includes her mother, three sisters-in-law and their 23 children. Their community’s dire prospects forced her brothers to desert their families and head for South Africa.

“There was a time when we could pick vegetables in the fields and cook them for the children,” says Eddies. “Now, look around you. It’s a tragedy. There’s no light at the end of the tunnel.”

Rains fail the family year after year. Fields are bare and parched.
“It seems like everyone, even God, has forgotten us,” she says.
By noon the children are cranky. They haven’t eaten all morning but can see a pot of sadza — a porridge made from maize or sorghum — on the fire.

The meal is served on a communal plate. As the children gather around it, even the youngest, aged two, knows she must fend for herself before her older siblings finish all the food. This is both their first and last meal of the day.

“We used to eat three times a day, but now can afford only one meal,” says Eddies. “We used to cook in a size-10 pot and now cook in a [much smaller] size-4. That is all we can afford.”

Runaway inflation and a dire shortage of local currency have pushed the prices of staple foods far beyond the means of most Zimbabweans. “I can’t even afford to buy salt,” says Eddies.

In 2019, the prices of basic foods increased by an average of 350 percent, with maize grain recording the highest increase, over 600 percent. With incomes stagnant or non-existent, access to food has become a huge struggle for Zimbabweans.

Eddies’ family is cash-strapped and has resorted to eating worms and wild leaves they forage in the forest. Without rations from WFP, they would starve, they say.



Eddies and her sisters-in-law walk 3 kilometres to a WFP food distribution. Since they lost their donkey to drought, they’ve had to push their food-laden cart back home under the scorching sun.

Back home, the cart is greeted with sighs of relief. While the food brings hope for survival, on the other side of the farm, Eddies’ one remaining cow — from a herd of 15 — struggles for life. With the nearest water source 4 kilometres away and hardly any fodder, the cow can no longer stand. Eddies asks village boys to help it do so.

Livestock are a major source of income for communities in Mwenezi. The sale of a single cow used to bring in enough money to buy food and to send the children to school. But the prized beasts of burden are succumbing to drought in large numbers. Eddies lets out a chuckle as she points to a nearby piece of land where villagers dump dead cattle. They fondly refer to it as a monument to their heroes.

The ‘monument’ is littered with days-old carcasses. Walking past, Eddies says, “If we stop getting WFP rations, I’ll end up here.” She adds: “It’s one thing to see my cattle die in front of my eyes, but what pains me most is not being able to send the children to school.”

Her eldest son, who wants to be a teacher, says Eddie, is now sitting at home. “He tells me he can’t go to school on an empty stomach.”

Sitting pensively under a tree, Eddies recalls happier times — times of plenty. While Christmas used to be a time of celebration, that wasn’t the case last December. “We all sat at home. No food, no celebration,” she says.

Eddies is worn out, and deeply sad. “Very soon you may hear news of my passing. My mind and heart are so stressed.”

With the likelihood of yet another poor harvest in a few weeks’ time, ensuring enough food for families like Eddies’ is set to remain a huge challenge.

Walking under the scorching sun, as we dodged the carcasses, I heard my Zimbabwean colleague humming a song in Shona that I learn is by the singer-songwriter Chiwoniso Maraire. Something feels oddly poignant about it:
Vamwe vaparara nenzara (Some are dying of hunger)
Vamwe vachifa nekuguta
 (Some are dying because of a full stomach).

By Isheeta Sumra

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