More than 2,000 children attended. It was like a brave factory that was not quite sure what it was turning out. For a disorganised term or two, I was head of its English department. But even in 1983, black Zimbabweans were beginning to feel that some of Mugabe's Ministers were too greedy, that rich blacks were replacing whites. There was talk at that time of banning Zapu and becoming a one-party state.
Prejudices go so deep.
The layout and architecture of Harare make it hard to imagine integration. I left Zimbabwe in 1986. In 1988, my boyfriend walked out on his job as a government auditor. He had been an idealistic Zanu supporter but was too disillusioned by government corruption to continue. He lives in England now.