Import culture
So Zimbabwe has become a society of importers. There’s barely any manufacturing to talk about, and if you nee anything, ANYthing it has to come from outside.
Like rice. The most commonly found rice is brought in from Moza or Bots in 25kg bags, and flogged in US dollars or Rand. If you can’t pay the cost, well “…let them eat potatoes”.
And clothes. Nobody makes clothes anymore (except FaithWear, whose brand has really weakened for me). And walking into Edgars is just sad. So what do I do if I really need a new suit? A nice, soft, black or navy suit? Order one from South Africa.
And beer. We had a braai on Saturday (yes, we still braai) with some mate and we had to buy Windhoek Lager. In US dollars. And the odd bottle of Johnnie Walker Red. And a crate of castle quarts. All in green.
I wonder how things are across the railway line?


