Zimbabwe Prices: Why Are They as High as New York City’s?

via Zimbabwe Prices: Why Are They as High as New York City’s? | New Republic by Michael Hobbes

The first thing you notice about the money in Zimbabwe is that it’s filthy. The bills have been passed back and forth so many times the numbers are almost rubbed off. The second thing you notice is that there are no coins. Prices are in dollars and cents, but when you pay, the stores round up and give you your change in store credit, phone minutes, or lollipops.

The next thing you notice—the thing you keep noticing—is how expensive everything is. A five-minute cab ride to the grocery store is $7. Once you get there, a Coke is $2. A jar of peanut butter is $4. Thirty-two ounces of yogurt is $5.

I’m confused. Zimbabwe’s per capita GDP is $600, the third lowest in the world. The average wage is $253 a month—and that’s for the 30 percent of the population who are employed. The highest government salary is $508 per month. I ask around, and it’s not just the expat supplies that are expensive. All the basics—sugar, maize, eggs, cooking oil—are more expensive in Zimbabwe, kilo for kilo, than they are in Zambia, Botswana, or even South Africa, where the average wages are 19 times higher than they are here.

I am in Zimbabwe for a human rights research project. I spend every day meeting NGOs, government officials, and international organizations, getting stats on what is broken here, on how to fix it. But I’m becoming weirdly obsessed with the price thing. I get a haircut before a conference and it is $20. I get a two-week membership at a gym and it is $60. Before I know it, I’m ending official interviews with “So why is the yogurt five bucks?”

What people tell me is that the prices are a lingering legacy of hyperinflation, the decade when Zimbabwe went through the Industrial Revolution in reverse. They tell me everything is imported, that the supermarkets buy their food from South Africa, double the prices, and put them on the shelves. They tell me Zimbabwe switched to U.S. dollars without having enough of them to go around.

Over the next three weeks, I ask Zimbabweans how they are getting by, how they afford to live with this imbalance between cost and income. Things may be tough, they tell me, but they’re way better than they used to be.


The first explanation I hear for the high prices is that they are a hangover of hyperinflation. After nearly a decade of rising prices, when a carton of eggs cost 100 Zimbabwe dollars, then a thousand, then a million, then a billion, no one notices the rise from one dollar to two, from five to ten.

The first person I speak to properly about this is Colin, who messages me on Grindr one weeknight and agrees to meet the next day at Avondale Shopping Centre, right next to the grocery store where I’ve been marveling at the prices. (He asked me to change his name. Homosexuality is illegal in Zimbabwe, and talking to foreign writers about your country isn’t exactly encouraged.)

“In 2008,” he says, “they had people running around that store with label makers, changing the prices three, four times a day.” Colin was born and raised in Zimbabwe, but now spends half the year in Kenya. Tall and thin in a polo shirt, he looks like a tennis pro. We order $4 cappuccinos and I ask him why they cost that much.

“It wasn’t always like this,” he says. “There was a time when it was cheap to live here.”

It may sound surprising now, but for a few years, Zimbabwe was one of Sub-Saharan Africa’s major success stories. Emerging from independence with a productive private sector, robust infrastructure, and a charismatic leader named Robert Mugabe, Zimbabwe spent the ’80s and early ‘90s achieving some of the best infant mortality, primary school enrolment, and life expectancy figures in the region.

And then, in 1997, it all started to fall apart. Facing restless constituents and an increasingly popular opposition, Mugabe embarked on a series of payouts to placate voters and neutralize political rivals. In 1997, it was 50,000 Zimbabwe dollar (about $3,000 at the time) payouts to veterans of the war of independence. In 1998, it was sending troops to help secure Congolese diamonds. In 2000, it was 90 percent raises for civil servants, stacks of “project money” handed out at political rallies.

Zimbabwe wasn’t just spending more, it was also producing less. Starting in 2000, Mugabe implemented a land reform program in which thousands of commercial farms were confiscated from their traditional (i.e. white) owners and gifted to Mugabe’s friends and cronies. Few of the new owners knew how to run a commercial farm, and some simply fired all the employees and sold the equipment for parts. Agricultural exports, the backbone of Zimbabwe’s economy, went into free fall.

This is when Zimbabwe started to look like the country we all read about in 2007 and 2008. The cratering of the agricultural sector cascaded through the economy. Banks holding mortgages for confiscated farms went bankrupt. Tax revenues plummeted.

“The government had these huge bills, but no way of paying them,” says Godfrey Kanyenze, the director of the Labour and Economic Development Research Institute of Zimbabwe. “Production simply collapsed.”

All the while, the Reserve Bank was printing money to fill the gap. By 2007, inflation was 7,982 percent. Zimbabwe had let go of the balloon, and there was no way to get it to come back down. Factories didn’t have the currency to import raw materials, so they cut production, laid off workers. Power outages went from weekly to daily as the country ran out of money to pay its neighbors for coal.

Tapiwa Chagonda, a senior lecturer at the University of Johannesburg, did a survey of public school teachers in Zimbabwe during this period. In October 2008, their salaries were 729,000 Zimbabwe dollars per month, the equivalent of 72 U.S. cents.

“They just stopped going to work,” he says. “It was a waste of time.”

At the height of the inflation, as unemployment neared 90 percent, unions were holding salary negotiations every week. Hospitals, unable to purchase medicines or pay doctors, closed down. Some schools accepted food as payment. An estimated 2 million people, or nearly one-sixth of the population, emigrated.

Colin introduces me to Lovemore, now a gardener in Harare. In 2008, he walked away from his vegetable patch in Chipinge when he couldn’t afford seeds for the next harvest. He took a bus to the South African border, swam across the Limpopo River and walked until he made it to a farm and asked if he could work there. He stayed two years.

For those who stayed in Zimbabwe, there was no option other than resorting to the black market. Zimbabweans lobbied family and friends living abroad to wire in foreign currency and drove to South Africa, filled their cars with sugar, maize and cooking oil, drove back home and sold them at double the price. Neighborhoods chipped in to buy pallets of food from South Africa, selling it piecemeal at intersections or parking lots. Almost 90 percent of the population was getting food or cash or both from abroad.

“You woke up one morning and realized you were penniless,” Colin says. “The supermarkets were rows of one or two cans of food on the shelf. You would have to hunt around for a loaf of bread. Housewives, that’s what their day was, going to all the stores, foraging.”

It was illegal to trade in foreign currencies, so all the shops had to charge Zimbabwean dollars. The U.S. dollar and South African rand quietly became the only currencies that had any meaning. Colin was running a bed and breakfast at the time, and he paid his employees their official wages in Zimbabwe dollars—“some ungodly number with nine zeroes after it”—then give them their real wages in an envelope full of U.S. notes.

The World Bank refers to this period as the “de-industrializing” of the Zimbabwean economy. By 2009, the private sector was operating at 10 percent of its former capacity. Other than a trickle of tobacco exports, farms withered back to prairies. All of this—the inflation, the importing, the U.S. dollars, the black market—pushed up real prices.

“Even bread at some stage became a luxury,” says Tapiwa Mhute, an economist at Consultancy Africa Intelligence. “People couldn’t afford milk and sugar to put in their tea. People were diluting juice for their kids.”

This is what people mean when they say the high prices are a legacy of hyperinflation. When the economy finally adopted the U.S. dollar in 2009, the stores had no idea how much they should charge, and the customers had no idea how much they should pay.

“There was no scientific basis to pick the new prices,” says Kanyenze.

Here’s how Colin explains it: If you woke up tomorrow and found that the U.S. had adopted, say, the yen as its official currency, you would still have a rough idea of what things should cost. If the cafe next door charges 300 yen for a cup of coffee, you know that’s about three bucks. You decide that’s a fair price, you pull the notes out of your pocket and pay.

But switching from a hyperinflated currency to a stable one is not is not like Europe adopting the euro in 2001, or waking up tomorrow and finding all the prices in yen. It is like waking up tomorrow and finding all the prices in pinecones, or hugs. When Zimbabwe adopted the U.S. dollar, prices in the formal economy were doubling every 24 hours, and the actual economy, the one in foreign currencies out back, had been whittled down to just a few extortionate essentials. The relationship between the currency and the economy—that sense of ‘fair’ vs. ‘unfair’ prices—had to be built from scratch.

“People had no sense of the value of a [U.S.] dollar,” Colin says. When the economy dollarized, “stores were just buying up South African products, putting a 100 percent markup on them and putting them on the shelves.”

In other words, dollarizing the economy didn’t just bring the market back in from the parking lot, it brought the prices in with it.


Price-gouging after hyperinflation can’t be the whole story. Yes, the stores might have set their prices high when Zimbabwe dollarized, but that was four years ago. If it was that easy to fleece consumers, everybody would have started doing it and the competition would have driven prices back down. There has to be more to it than that.

I am telling this to a woman I’ll call Sandra. She runs a farm outside Harare whose products include the yogurt I have been eating most nights because my per diem won’t cover the $25 dinners at my hotel. Sandra managed to hold on to her farm through the land reform, through hyperinflation and now through dollarization.

“You want to know why our yogurt is five dollars?” she says. We are sitting at a Thai restaurant in the Harare suburbs. At the next table a Chinese businessman chats with his wife as his teenage children Instagram their meals.

“We have to import everything,” Sandra says. “Everything.” For yogurt, that means the milk powder, the bacteria, the processing equipment, even the water, comes from South Africa. “We could even import the milk,” she says. “The only reason we have the cows here is because we don’t want to lay off our workers.”

This, it turns out, is another legacy of hyperinflation. Dollarization might have brought goods back to the stores, but it didn’t bring productivity back to the economy.

“Five or six years ago, Zimbabwe used to produce 70 percent of the goods we sold,” says Dave Mills, the managing director of TM Supermarkets, one of Zimbabwe’s largest grocery chains. “Since the dollar, now we import 70 percent of our products. At least 95 percent of those imports are from South Africa.”

This is an expensive way to operate. Keeping milk, bread, and eggs fresh for 12 bouncing hours from a South African farm to a Zimbabwean grocery store adds a huge premium.

And that’s not the only high cost. Electricity is unreliable, so you build in your own generator and feed it gas at $6 per gallon. Broadband Internet starts at $200 a month. Phone bills are among the highest in Sub-Saharan Africa.

But the most expensive thing about running a business in Zimbabwe, it turns out, is money itself.

Zimbabwe officially dollarized on January 29, 2009. That’s the day the acting finance minister, Patrick Chinamasa, submitted a budget to parliament in both U.S. dollars and Zimbabwe dollars (It’s a surreal read: “I also propose to allocate $175 quadrillion (US $5 million) to cover importation of grain…”) and allowed stores to start trading in whatever currency they chose.

Almost overnight, Chinamasa’s budget stabilized the economy. Stores could finally accept U.S. dollars and South African rand, the currencies people had been using on the black market for years.

What the new budget didn’t do, however, was give any specifics about how the new economy would run itself. Bank regulations, government accounting practices, the conversion of millions of rent and employment and procurement contracts to the new currency: that was left to the individuals holding them.

The budget also didn’t specify how Zimbabwe was going to get the new U.S. dollar notes it needed to feed its new U.S. dollar economy. In 2009, Zimbabwe had just $6 million in U.S. notes in reserves.

“It’s not like they called the Fed and ordered X million dollar bills and X million quarters and nickels and dimes,” says Vince Musewe, a Zimbabwean economist. “They just switched.”

This is why you never see coins here. The economy had to run on the dollars that were already in circulation, the ones remitted in from Western Union or purchased on the black market. There were no shipping containers full of cash waiting offshore to fuel the new economy.

The banks were the hardest hit. Amazingly, the financial sector actually earned money during hyperinflation, driven by speculation and its investments in Zimbabwe’s stock exchange, which—again, amazingly—rose by 12,000 percent as the economy vaporized around it. Neither of these things makes any sense to me, but economists say that people were so nervous about keeping their money in money that they invested it in goods—real estate and stocks—instead.

All that ended with dollarization. The banks needed hard currency—deposits from customers—to make loans and earn interest. As late as 2011, only 20 percent of Zimbabweans even had a bank account, and those who did weren’t exactly leaping at the chance to put their money back into the institutions where their life savings had inflated into oblivion.

“The system doesn’t have any fuel in it,” Musewe says. “If you go to the bank, they’ve got 16 counters, and only two are open. It’s all people taking out money, not putting it in.”

In most countries, the government is the lender of last resort, the place where banks borrow money so they can loan it out. But the Reserve Bank of Zimbabwe can’t do that, it’s just as broke as the banks. In January of 2013, the finance minister announced that, after paying civil servants, the government had just $217 to its name.

“If we borrowed money in Zimbabwe right now,” says Mills, the supermarket executive, “it would be at 15 to 20 percent interest.”

Just like hyperinflation, the high cost of money cascades down through the economy. Mills tells me that in most countries, supermarkets pay for products 30 to 45 days after they order them. In Zimbabwe, you pay up front. New refrigeration systems, air conditioners, tracks of fluorescent lights, they all cost 50 percent, up front, in cash.

“Everyone else has a shortage of working capital too,” Mills says. “So they want to be paid today.”

The farms selling to the supermarkets, like Sandra’s, can’t borrow money to buy more cows, hire more workers, or update their equipment. The manufacturers can’t invest in employee training or expand to take advantage of economies of scale. Shops and restaurants, even if there’s a line of customers around the block, can’t borrow money to open more locations.

The year after dollarization, the inflation rate was negative 7.7 percent, the prices adjusting as the shortages eased and the economy formalized. Since then, though, the prices have stalled. Mills tells me that at his stores, a 10 kg bag of mealie meal, Zimbabwe’s staple starch—think rice in Japan, pasta in Italy—costs between $6.50 and $7.50. That’s less than it cost in 2009 ($15), but as Zimbabweans point out to me again and again, it’s still more expensive than it is in South Africa ($5), a country with far higher wages.

So if the prices haven’t dropped, how are people in Zimbabwe, a country where the median income is about $6 per day, getting by?


I spend my last four days in Zimbabwe at Victoria Falls, a scenery-and-safaris tourist town right on the border with Zambia and Botswana. The city center is an elbow of two streets lined with tour companies and souvenir shops. Men, women, and children line the sidewalk selling 100 billion Zimbabwe dollar bearer’s checks as souvenirs.

I am walking toward a shack with “RENT BIKES” written across the front. I’m close enough to see that it’s boarded up when I notice the tall, skinny guy in a goatee and a soccer jersey leaning against it.

“What are you looking for, my man?” he asks.

“Is this place closed?” I ask. “I was hoping to rent a bike for tomorrow.”

“Oh, this is my shop, I give bike tours,” he says. He introduces himself as Mark, tells me he’ll pick me up at my hotel tomorrow for a daylong tour.

Mark comes the next morning, right on time. He has a bike for me but none for himself. He says we need to pick up another bike at his shop. As we walk into town, I ask him how is business, where do most of your customers come from? He answers in generalities: Things are fine, they’re from everywhere. We are near his shack and a kid of about 18 is coming toward us, walking a bike. Mark introduces him as his brother. He gives Mark the bike and leaves without saying anything.

I tell Mark I want to see neighborhoods, how people live here. For the last two weeks in Harare I’ve been in meetings, office buildings, and hotel conference rooms. I want to see what the country looks like up close.

Mark and I ride to a township about a mile from Victoria Falls’ main strip. Taxi drivers, tour guide operators, hotel chefs—this is where they live, Mark tells me. The township is on a slope, rows of iron shacks with dry canals running between them. Most of the houses, no matter how small, have vegetable patches out back. Mark tells me most people here can’t afford to buy food from the supermarkets, so they’re growing it themselves.

“There are two economies in Zimbabwe,” says Musewe, the Zimbabwean economist I call after I return home. The first is the formal economy: bank transfers, credit cards, paychecks, tax returns. The second is the informal economy. “That’s where the middle class is, the unemployed, selling services with this dirty, old money,” Musewe says.

Zimbabwe’s infrastructure for public services was effectively put on pause during hyperinflation. Roads, sewers, communications, electricity networks, they’re all rusting. In July 2013, the city of Bulawayo asked all of its residents to flush their toilets at the same time to clean out the sewage system. The World Bank says Zimbabwe needs $33 billion over the next 20 years to repair its infrastructure.

Mugabe used to announce the poverty line and the minimum wage every year in a televised address, like the Queen’s speech, but stopped during the inflation years and hasn’t started again. In 2012 the poverty line was $531 per month. The food poverty line, the bare minimum you need to survive, was $163. That same year the median wage was $253 per month. The lowest estimates say 70 percent of the population is unemployed. That doesn’t mean they don’t work every day, just that they’re in the second economy, the one without paystubs.

“Everyone has left the economy, even if they stayed in Zimbabwe,” Musewe says. “Ninety percent of people are using a pure cash economy.”

It wasn’t just Zimbabwe’s institutions that were put on ice during the inflation years. “There has not been any substantial human development since the mid-1980s in Zimbabwe,” says a World Bank report from earlier this year. Social spending is 8.3 percent of GDP. Before hyperinflation, it was up to 49 percent.

Mark shows me the primary school he went to, where his kids go now. The fees are $100 per semester. He takes me to a village outside the city. Round houses, thatched roofs, last night’s fire still steaming. Twelve people live here, Mark says, but the village is growing as kids move back in with their parents. One of the residents trapped a half-dozen rats in a water bucket last night and he is drying them next to the fire for dinner.

By the end of the day it is clear that Mark has never done this before. It’s not his bike shop, he’s not a tour operator. He’s just a guy who saw a business opportunity—a tourist with an identifiable need—and found a way to fill it. At the end of the day Mark charges me $40 for the bike rental and I give him another $40 as a tip, thinking about those school fees. The next day I run into the kid Mark introduced as his brother. He asks me how much extra money I gave Mark.

“Why?” I ask.

“He still owes me,” he says, “for renting him those bikes.”


When I get home from Zimbabwe I call economists, financial institutions, businesses, I ask them how Zimbabwe can make its prices look more like Botswana’s and less like Boston’s.

Everyone I talk to says the same thing: They tell me all the ways to fix a liquidity crisis, then they tell me why none of them will happen in Zimbabwe.

The fundamental thing Zimbabwe needs is more money coming in than going out—a spigot of cash to fuel the businesses, the banks, the government, the population. The Ministry of Finance estimates that Zimbabwe needs $45 billion in investment just to get back to where it was in 1997.

One way to get this spigot going is to attract foreign investment. Zimbabwe still has an educated population, good roads, legacies of skilled manufacturing, and productive agriculture waiting to be revived.

The problem is the politics. In 2007, less than a decade after he confiscated the farms, Mugabe passed the Indigenization and Economic Empowerment Act, his way of telling the world he was coming after the factories, too. The Act said that any company in Zimbabwe worth more than $500,000 had to sell 51 percent of itself to an “indigenous Zimbabwean,” or its managers would go to jail.

Companies weren’t even given a choice of which Zimbabweans to sell to, they were just assigned controlling owners by the government. When the law was implemented in 2010, companies had 45 days to comply. Instead, many of them simply left. By 2012, foreign investment was down to just $400 million a year, a pittance compared to Zambia ($1 billion) and Mozambique ($5.6 billion).

“It’s the politics keeping investors away,” says Tapiwa Mhute, the Consultancy Africa Intelligence economist. She grew up in Zimbabwe on a commercial sugar plantation. It’s owned by a foreign company and might now have to be sold off under indigenization. “Investors are not too sure of what they’ll be allowed to keep, so they’re waiting to see how indigenization goes.”

Another thing Zimbabwe could do to ease the liquidity shortage is ramp up domestic production, sell stuff abroad, bring in foreign reserves like it used to do. There are even some signs this is starting to happen. Agriculture exports were $974 million in 2011, the first time export levels have surpassed where they were in 2000.

Manufacturing is a bit more muddled. Zimbabwean factories, which contributed 21 percent to GDP in the 1990s, contributed just 0.6 percent in 2012. With imports expensive, borrowing nearly impossible, and international investors still skittish, most of the manufacturing firms are legacies of the pre-inflation days.

“You drive around and there’s factories everywhere, but they’re all closed,” Musewe says.

It’s easy to lay this at Mugabe’s feet. But the World Bank points out that the manufacturing sector started to shrink as far back as 20 years ago. In a 2011 survey of companies, one where access to finance and political instability were identified as the biggest obstacles to doing business here, “cheap imports from abroad” came in third. In other words, Zimbabwe is suffering from a problem that, to Americans, may sound familiar: Why would you make anything here when it’s so much cheaper in China?

The great hope for Zimbabwean exports is the mining sector. In 2012, Zimbabwe’s minerals—mostly platinum, gold, and diamonds—accounted for 47 percent of its exports and 84 percent of its foreign investment. In 2011, Zimbabwe was the fourth largest producer of platinum and fifth largest producer of diamonds in the world.

But the profits from all these exports aren’t making it to the treasury. In 2012, Zimbabwe expected $600 million in revenues from the diamond sector alone, but somehow ended up with just $45 million. Mbada Diamonds, the only company to publicly report its revenues, says it gave Zimbabwe $117 million in taxes during that period. No one seems to know where it went.

“The diamond revenue is disappearing, it’s not going into economy,” Mhute says.

So could Zimbabwe borrow its way out of the liquidity crisis? No dice there, either. Zimbabwe still owes $10 billion to the Paris Club, the World Bank, the African Development Bank, and all the other institutions that extended huge loans to Zimbabwe before hyperinflation destroyed its ability to repay. In 2008, the IMF gave Zimbabwe a “hardship grant” of $500 million ($140 million of which Zimbabwe had to pay right back to the IMF to service its debt), but it’s still not eligible to borrow from any of the major international lenders.

Zimbabwe is paying $100 million a year in debt service, but it’s not enough. Every year the debt just gets bigger, driven by interest on those old loans and the accumulation of new ones. In June of last year, Zimbabwe defaulted on a $200 million loan from the Chinese government, and it’s mortgaged all the revenue from its two major airports as collateral for more Chinese loans.

One option Zimbabwe doesn’t have is bringing back its own currency. Earlier this year, Mugabe announced he wanted to bring back the Zimbabwe dollar, backed by gold: “We are mining a lot of gold in this country,” he told an election rally. “That gold should support our currency. […] When you have enough gold, you can sell that gold and make your payments for imports because currently an ounce of gold is worth over $1,000.”

Even by the standards of octogenarian dictators, this statement was pretty bonkers, and it set off a bank run and investor pullout so severe the Reserve Bank of Zimbabwe had to issue a statement saying that a gold-backed currency wasn’t going to happen. Mugabe’s own finance minister posted on Facebook that the idea was “foolish to the point of insanity.”

But still, on July 31, Mugabe was re-elected, to a resounding groan from the rest of the world. Despite questions about the validity of the polls—how is it exactly that 110,000 of Mugabe’s votes came from people over the age of 100 in a country where the life expectancy is 56? —no one has seriously challenged the results, and Zimbabwe will remain The Robert Mugabe Show for the foreseeable future.

Mugabe is 89 years old, the world’s second oldest living head of state. No one knows what will happen when he dies or retires. Since the election, he hasn’t said anything publicly about reintroducing the Zimbabwe dollar. But that, everyone tells me, doesn’t mean it won’t happen.

“Just because they would have to be mad to do it, doesn’t mean they won’t,” Colin says. “People said they’d never take over every commercial farm because it would destroy the economy, and they did it. People said they wouldn’t take over companies and they did it.”

My last week in Zimbabwe I meet Helen, a public prosecutor from Florida. She’s on a safari tour all over Africa, and Zimbabwe is her last stop.

“They told us we’re only allowed to bring crisp dollar bills,” she tells me as we bump against each other in the back seat of a Jeep, looking for rhinos. “The tour company checked our money before we came, and rejected the bills if they looked old or worn.”

It’s easy to look at a troubled developing country from outside, to point out its challenges, its leaders, its systems, its idiosyncrasies. From inside, the view is more complicated. In my day job, I meet MPs from Mugabe’s party who tell me they’re trying to prevent Chinese and Russian mining companies from displacing their constituents. I meet NGO advocates, working 12 hours a day, making $200 a month, lobbying from within the system that has destroyed their savings, emptied their communities. I meet mining company reps who tell me how hard it is to operate here, then ask me how to make it better.

Everyone says dollarization saved this place, that they would rather have expensive food on the shelves than no food at all.

Dave Mills’ supermarkets are importing less and less. Seventy percent of their dairy products come from Zimbabwean farms now. Next year they’re expanding, working with suppliers to increase production. The skills, the education, it’s all still here. “If we can bring in the capital and the appropriate machinery,” Mills says, “then we can get cracking again.”

Zimbabwe faces impossible challenges, unbearable choices. It has been a hard country to live in for the last ten years, and it is likely to remain one for the next ten. Every hyperinflation leaves a legacy that lasts for generations. In Zimbabwe, that legacy is just beginning.

Lovemore, the gardener in Harare, stayed in South Africa until 2010, then moved back to Zimbabwe. “I looked around,” he says, “and people were starting to build houses again.”

I ask him if the prices make it a struggle to get by. “As long as you’re working, you have a decent life,” he says. “So I’m going to keep working.”

Michael Hobbes lives in Berlin. He blogs at rottenindenmark.wordpress.com.


  • comment-avatar
    Murimi Wanhasi 10 years ago

    Was this guy doin a thesis ?
    I laughed”average wage in Zim is $250,across the boder its 19 times(almost $5000 US,abt R55 000 Rands!!!!)

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    Revenger-avenger 10 years ago

    The cuntry is stuffed as long as the foolish likes of wanhasi murima around with didymouth Philip temba ray nicky and the rest of the gay gangstas. Go hang yourselves morons. Oh yeah. Terrific article. So truthful

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    Rukweza 10 years ago

    Compare zim salaries and neighbouring countries,but you still have people like murimi wanhasi supporting junk

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    Tourist 10 years ago

    for the last time murimi wanahsii znf BACK TO THE HERALD AR&^%$%HOLE.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

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    munzwa 10 years ago

    have you made comparisons within Zimbabwe between Harare and the rest of the country…looking forward to this new thesis…

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    Yes! That is how we live. And we have still got the same government. The one that was rigged into power aided and abetted by most of SADC, the AU, definitely Sekuru Zuma who said he has “faith” in the thievocracy who are built on a lie and even good old Ban Ki Moon who sent his makorokotos to Sekuru Bob on his illegitimate win. And now we know why the whole world is on a downhill spin. Truth has truly fallen on the streets. No wonder God says He has a controversy with the nations.

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    Murimi Wanhasi 10 years ago

    @Tourist,relax,u will get high bp over nothing.did u go and get your asylum papers?
    Murimi is no fool.He is trying to help the lost,like Avenger,to see the light.
    Zimbabwe is still the best place to be and u guys know it.Its just that u are failin to raise enuff to relocate here.andIt is expensive here remember given crumbs and happy to sing about Mugabe every chance u get.

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      Tourist 10 years ago

      @ Murimi.My stupid fault.I fell hook line and sinker for your deception.You are actually living in a 1st world country with a little backgound on zims and never set foot in africa and become a troll on this web site.The other option is you are one of the benefactors of the stollen farms(this is where you come in “stollen from who?
      ) and high up in zanupf and financing the farm with taxpayers money or blood diamond money (doubt that as it seems you can actually debate a topic)