Hello, my name is Kevin Oliver. Previously, I resided in Bindura, a small mining town in Mash Central, where I worked as a minibus driver.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t afford to rent a room there. As a result, I moved to CHITUNGWIZA Unit L, a dormitory high-density “town” located 25 kilometers south of Zimbabwe’s capital, Harare.
In Chitungwiza, I befriended some mechanics who work in a nearby yard, and I asked them for permission to use a scrap car as a makeshift bedroom. Before coming here, I worked as a minibus driver down the road at a company called Pathway.
However, when the owner passed away, his wife took over and dismissed me from my job. It turned out that her nephews pressured her to let me go because they objected to a white man being employed while they were unemployed. It was a case of racism.
When I reached out to my fellow white men, also known as ex-“Rhodies” or Rhodesians, who reside in the upscale Harare suburbs of Borrowdale and Avondale, they scoffed at me and told me to go back to “my” black people.
It was disheartening to experience racism once again.