The Birthplace of a Women's Education Movement in Zimbabwe

"It was a very long journey,” he said in summation, his hands wrapped around his coffee cup and his tone as if weary at the memory.

“Yes. It was a long journey, and a difficult journey,” I replied.

I shifted my weight, now out of habit.

“But it was an important one,” I continued. “It’s important that we see each other’s lives. That we get into each other’s lives. It’s important to our understanding of each other. If we cannot see it, if we cannot understand it, how can we possibly be of help?”


There simply is no turning down a trip out into the field. The opportunity to see the landscape – alone – is sufficient motivation to set an early alarm and greet the day in the dark. By now, it’s become ritual, but without losing a particle of anticipation. These days, I wish only to be in a vehicle, gazing out the window at the high feathery grasses and fractal cloudy horizons, led by the promise of one more magical introduction and blessed interaction.

Lake Kariba was created by a dam, along the Zambian-Zimbabwean border. It’s now a popular tourist destination, and home to plentiful wildlife around its shores. Kariba is the largest town in close proximity to the Nyaminyami District, where we set out to visit three of the first Kiva loan recipients among Camfed’s 1,658 alumni (CAMA). These three young women had recently repaid their $500 Kiva loans. Our task was to visit them, gather information from them on their respective businesses, and learn how – or if – the loans had an impact in their lives.

We arrived in Kariba close to midnight, and we were early to rise the next morning to gather district officials and begin our journey into the remote, rural villages where the young women lived and worked. It was 5 a.m.

Looking at a map, the distance from Kariba to the southern part of the lake is not far at all – as the crow flies (or the boat sails). But we were going the long way, backtracking along the previous night’s route and then turning westward along roads that regressed from modestly-maintained, eroding asphalt to crumbly red clay to sloshy, rocky, steep, curvy memorials to roads that once were, but are no more. The day before, the Land Cruiser seemed like an odd choice from the vehicle pool, considering the long distance and the number of bodies it would ultimately need to accommodate. But shortly after leaving the asphalt, it was clear that it was the only vehicle capable of carrying us over the terrain.
Our trusty Camfed Land Rover
If we had been looking for any three CAMA members to visit, we would not need to choose such a remote location. But our destination had another purpose. Our destination had historical significance.

In 1991, Camfed’s founder – Ann Cotton – was conducting field research in the schools of Nyaminyami to understand why so few girls were getting educated. Upon discovering the reasons to be largely economic, she returned home and began selling baked goods and marshaling the support of her friends and family until she was able to pay for school fees, uniforms, and books for 32 girls. This was not to be a simple field visit, but a pilgrimage of sorts to Camfed’s origin. This was Camfed’s birthplace, and these were the girls who inspired its creation.
The girls' hostel houses female students during the school week.
After seven bruising hours in the back of the Land Cruiser, we finally arrived in Siyakobvu. I leapt out of the truck with a thud, a grunt, and then a smile as soon as I saw her face. It was a familiar one. The moment the sunshine crept under the shade cast by her bright white hat, I remembered Fungisai from the CAMA conference a few weeks ago. She had, without question, one of the brightest, most confident smiles. She had distinguished herself in my mind by not requiring my prompting to show life, energy and happiness in her portrait. For Fungisai, it seemed to come natural.
“You remember Patrick?” Sinikiwe asked.
“Yes, Mr. Patrick,” she replied, as though it was quite obvious.

“Patrick, do you remember Fungisai?”
“Of course!” I said. “I remember her because she had one of the most beautiful smiles in the photos I took.”  And once again, we all got to see it.
Fungisai used her Kiva loan to start her business selling clothing.
Fungisai used her Kiva loan to start a clothing booth, set among other clothing booths and across from a small grocery, where roads converge in Siyakobvu. We spent time asking how her business was going, what her challenges have been, and what her plans are. She stocks her booth with clothing she buys from South Africa. Her profits have been sufficient to care for herself and her children, but she’s seen revenues rise and fall as the local farmers collect windfall earnings from their crops, and then tighten budgets until the next harvest. Like so many I’ve spoken to, Fungisai’s life has been enriched – if not transformed – by her loan. She has more work to do, and she realizes this. She wants to improve her shop, and offer more inventory to help stabilize her revenues. But still, now things are new for her. Suddenly, with her business her dreams have credibility.
I folded myself back into the Land Cruiser as we took on additional bodies for a short trip to Fungisai’s home, where we were served village chicken (“road runners” as they are called – larger, free range birds) with sadza. We washed our hands, took our plates, and had our lunch in the shade of her porch. I discovered the wishbone in one of my pieces of chicken, and removed it. I explained the idea behind the wishbone to Fungisai, and offered her the opposite branch of the bone. We had to tug and twist a bit. “Make it a good wish!” I encouraged her.

The bone finally split, with Fungisai holding the larger piece.

“I hope your wish was a really good one,” I said.

“Yes. It was,” she replied. She then carried on, collecting empty plates and food scraps in one hand, while protecting her prized wishbone in the other.
She didn’t realize she was covered either way. Because my wish was for her.
After lunch, we traveled another hour over the worst section of road we had encountered. It could have been a testing ground for monster trucks, requiring the Land Cruiser to crawl over exposed boulders, navigate collapsed concrete sections serving as bridges, and pass through large mud puddles of uncertain depth. We arrived in Mola just as the shadows were getting long, with two more loan recipients to interview. Because of the hour of day, we had to try to make quick work of these two visits in order to pass back over the rugged road before nightfall.
Bvumai was one of two early beneficiaries of Ann Cotton’s work in Nyaminyami. Orphaned at a young age, she was identified by her school as part of the community’s especially vulnerable population of little girls. Camfed’s support of her schooling ensured she was able to get her education, and now as part of the CAMA network, Bvumai’s journey with Camfed has been fully realized. She operates two successful shops thanks to her Kiva loan. She proudly presented us with her ledger, showing some of her impressive daily sales over the past several months. Bvumai continues to contribute to her community and support the education of other little girls. And she never stopped smiling (so the photos were a cinch).
As a little girl, Bvumai was one of Camfed's earliest beneficiaries.
Sheila, another orphan, spent an entire year as a child at home with relatives – out of school, and fate uncertain as her extended family struggled to care for her. Like Bvumai, she was identified to Camfed as in need of support, and was placed back into school. Today, in addition to operating a profitable fish trade, she’s a leader within the CAMA network and serves as a school counselor providing support and encouragement to girls in need of assistance. She operates her business with her husband – something that seems to be rare, but I was happy to hear about. Many of the married women I’ve spoken to operate their businesses independently, proudly. It was nice to hear an example of not just encouragement from a husband, but partnership as well.
Sheila counsels other vulnerable young girls in local schools.
While I only know the histories that are shared with me, it is nevertheless obvious to me that these young women are traveling across a newly formed arc. The businesses they now operate have inoculated any form of despair. I would not characterize their attitude as "optimistic" – as though they are still waiting for something, and simply hopeful of the outcome. No. What I see are young women who are victorious. They are victorious over anything that ever has – and anything that ever will – suggest for one moment that they are not strong. That they are not in control. That they are not capable. Or that they are not worthy.
We could have taken a ferry to Mola. We could have traveled for less than two hours back to Kariba. We could have saved our backs and legs, spared two plastic bags from being filled with vomit, had dinner, and been to bed early. We could have avoided the rainy return, and the flat tire at midnight smack dab in the middle of lion country. But upon reflection, taking the quicker route would have been disingenuous to the spirit of our journey. And the easy way ultimately would have been an affront to these beautiful young women and their journeys.
I’m happy we honored them. I'm glad we took the long way.

About the author

Patrick Hayes

Patrick grew up in the Midwest, deeply curious about the world that existed beyond the wheat fields and interstates. His first experience as a foreigner was in Spain as a young adult, and he has since focused his travels on developing countries where he has strived to leave a meaningful mark on people or communities through volunteerism.Patrick has now been traveling around the world and volunteering for more than 20 years. He has combined his passion for philanthropy with his insatiable curiosity about the world to more deeply understand other cultures while practicing a “leave YOUR trace” style of travel. He shares these experiences and their lessons through his blog ( He holds a journalism degree and a masters in environmental policy. Beyond his professional endeavors as a consultant for NGOs, Patrick has contributed to causes he cares about through efforts at home and abroad. He has served volunteer roles in South Africa, India, Peru, Costa Rica, Belize, Thailand and most recently in Moore, Oklahoma, where he provided aid to tornado victims immediately following the devastating storms of May 2013.