Silent Suffering By Zimbabwe Pensioners
Imagine living in a country without Medicare or any form of social services provision. This is the harsh reality in Zimbabwe, where the aged and ill face a daily battle for survival.
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Imagine living in a country without Medicare or any form of social services provision. This is the harsh reality in Zimbabwe, where the aged and ill face a daily battle for survival.
Sheila B. is living in her own home but is anxious about the state of her home and her inability to afford any repairs or maintenance. She feels old and tired and said everything she owns is in the same state
Jeff H. is living in his own caravan. He is again unwell, struggling with his chronic health problems of glaucoma and congested asthmatic lungs;
Reports coming out of Zimbabwe are showing yet again how difficult things continue to be for the old and vulnerable. With the situation in the country compounded by the drought and high prices, the need for help has never been greater.
The reports coming in from ZANE carers in Zimbabwe demonstrate how hugely important the work that ZANE does and the donor support we receive is. We are very grateful for the commitment and support of our dedicated donors. Rose Rose Page has had a bad few months with her household electrical appliances all going “on…
The Msasas had their new leaves, and the bush was looking glorious and awash with colour in Manicaland. Sadly, the elderly are not doing so well and struggling with ill health and the cost of living.
The reports from the ZANE carers in Zimbabwe demonstrate once again how hugely important the work of ZANE is and how grateful we are for the wonderful commitment of our dedicated donors.
If yesterday’s ride was a cut and paste from the SAS selection course, today’s ride was a reminder why I love my mountain bike.
Today’s 89 kilometer track out of Chipinge and up into Chimanimani through the remote Rusitu valley was an absolute bastard with 2025 meters of climb.
This blog is coming to you from the middle of nowhere in the Zimbabwe lowveld, just a few kilometers from the Mozambique border. I’ve just endured the first day of the Blue Cross, but only just.