Saturday, 20 October 2007

This is really happening

1 U.S. dollar buys 1 million Zimbabwe dollars on black market
Thursday, October 18, 2007

HARARE, Zimbabwe: The black market exchange rate for the U.S. dollar broke the 1 million Zimbabwe dollar mark Thursday and the government announced another sharp jump in inflation.

Worsening hard currency shortages more than doubled the price of the U.S. currency in the past 10 days, pushed up by central bank buying on the unofficial market, dealers said.

"People are asking for a million and getting it in big bank to bank transfers. Cash for cash is anything above 750,000-1," as the country faces shortages of local bills, said one dealer. "Technically, it's still illegal."

The official exchange rate is 30,000-1. In the first week of October, the black market rate surged to about 520,000-1, up from 400,000-1 in mid September.

"There's too little foreign exchange out there and too many chasing it," including the central bank, said the dealer, who spoke on condition of anonymity for fear of being punished by the government.

Those with foreign exchange "don't want to part with it as a hedge against inflation," the dealer said.

Lengthy power and water outages linked to shortages of hard currency, spare parts and gasoline occur daily.

Travelers returning home to Harare from shopping trips for soap, cooking and other basics across the country's borders have reported central bank buyers at the downtown bus terminal offering top black market rates for leftover U.S., Botswana and South African currencies needed to pay for food, power and gasoline imports.

Police raids on currency dealers at the terminal have stopped.

Central bank governor Gideon Gono said in a policy speech this month that his bank saw the terminal as a source of hard currency and that the official exchange rate was all but obsolete.

The state central statistical office announced official annual inflation rose to 7,982 percent in September, up from 6,592 in August, already the highest in the world. Independent estimates put real inflation closer to 25,000 percent and the International Monetary Fund has forecast it reaching 100,000 percent by the end of the year.

According to the monthly statistical review Thursday, the poverty line for a family of five nearly doubled to 22.6 million Zimbabwe dollars (US$22.60, €16.25 at the dominant black market exchange rate) in September, amid rising prices and rampant black marketeering in scarce staples. Most essential goods that have disappeared from store shelves.

A senior school teacher earns three-fourths of the benchmark for poverty — about US$17 (€12), having received a 200 percent pay increase awarded after a crippling strike closed down schools across the country earlier this month.

A regular police patrolman takes homes less that US$5 (€3.50) a month.

When available, a can of beans costs about 60 U.S. cents (about 40 euro cents) at the black market exchange or US$15 (€10) at the official rate.

In a bid to tame inflation the government in June ordered prices on most goods and services to be slashed but relaxed this as it merely worsened already chronic shortages. On Friday, the government allowed a 300 percent increase in the price of a loaf of bread.

An estimated 4 million Zimbabweans — one-third of the population — live and work abroad and their remittances are the largest single source of hard currency. Zimbabwe was once the region's breadbasket and Africa's second largest exporter after South Africa.

Wednesday, 17 October 2007

pour qoui


I think I should begin blogging about sorority stuff. Here is goes.

This past weekend, we didnt do the Engineering frat instead we went to DSP for an outdoor party...I made out with a hippie ouch.
Rocket got the spawn of hippies they went home together so the odds are they hooked up nice.
Young as classy as she is I'm not sure she got the guy she wanted but I do hope she did (love you to bits luv)
KD was also at the party I wish he was the hippie I made out with hot hot hot
Sunday...I spent 4 hours with Jack Sparrow there might be some flames, thats fine by me I hope the feeling's mutual
Monday...hooked up with the cigarette guy :) but he said something about ebony and ivory...uncoolI'm not looking for something with him I want Jack Sparrow
Had a chat with Melva about a Latina who gets on our nerves...I love the mc but she can be a cougar at times. Apparently someone doesn't think I should have a little, well I say I can't be bovvered, Goldie is sweet and we get along unlike Aussie and myself meh drama
Told the cigarette guy I am bethrothed, he hasn't called since (hmm) I better ell him the truth he might be thinking I am a tramp.
Rocket actually hooked up with the Jamaican, she didnt enjoy it :( so much for me trying
Football game this week, mixer with DSP with an after party, maybe hanging out with the awesome PSR girls...I hope the cigarette guy knows we are not exclusive because I really want Jack Sparrow.

Friday, 5 October 2007

Learning to fly as you fall


The normal human instinct when spending a weekend with over 20 people whom you would on a good day not be around, is to stay in a closet and hide.

When put together in one place, most humans tend to make the most of it. It might be to disappear into a closet, or to bring out the best in everyone around you. When you are with like minded people eg, Engineers like I was, then you aren't too shy to bring out the goofiness, then talking about the frequency at which your brain functions isn't considered dorky rather it is the norm, I think in such cases if you don't understand what is being spoken about you are uncool (take that cheerleaders lol I have love for cheerleaders one of my friends is one)

But my point is, no matter how seemingly different we think we are, innately we are the same, striving for recognition and approval by our peers and other people. Once we understand we are constantly being watched that drive to prove ourselves comes out in full force, and when given the chance to relax we always take it.

I love engineers, I love engineering...I do love the Rutgers university engineering governing council for teaching me the bit of life that stereotypical engineers will never understand