My mom and I make an effort to go and visit my dad and grandmother’s graves once a month or at the very least, once in two months. Although we know they are both dead and gone, we somehow don’t want to feel like we’re neglecting their memories just because they are gone. Both are buried at Warren Hills Cemetery in Harare.

The cemetery is meant to be maintained by the City Council but well, we all know they are not really doing much of anything these days. So my mom and I make sure we go and clean up my dad and grandmother’s graves and leave them looking well maintained (sounds a bit creepy I know but I’m sure you know what I mean!)

Now, what I find a bit disturbing is the state of some of the graves at this cemetery. They are literally falling apart. Some have imploded leaving gaping holes. With some you can’t even tell if there is anything there because of the weeds and grass that has over-grown and thus hidden the grave. I always wonder to myself where these people’s families are? Does it take that much effort for them to just regularly check up on their loved ones final resting places? Did they really love these people? Like I said before, I believe that when a person dies, they are dead and gone, so it’s not like you are hurting their feelings or anything by neglecting their grave. But still, come on people. Why not just respect their memory? I understand people live different lives and have different schedules. I understand that some may not even be in the country. Be that as it may, I still feel a lot of those abandoned looking graves are that way due to pure neglect. There are lots of grave diggers roaming around that cemetery who are willing to maintain the graves for as little as $10 or $20. Surely it’s worth it? It doesn’t even have to be a monthly maintenance, even quarterly will still be adequate to make sure the site looks respectable.

A pic I took at Warren Hills Cemetary this past Sunday. Believe it or not. There are graves in the places where there is overgrown grass and weeds.
A picture I took at Warren Hills Cemetery a while ago. Believe it or not. There are graves in the places where there is overgrown grass and weeds.

Maybe I’m the only one touched by this but I just don’t understand it. Just because someone is deceased and a pile of bones doesn’t mean they cease to be your father/mother/grandmother/wife/husband/sister/brother/child or whatever.

What are your thoughts on this?


  1. Hatiko! I won’t spent money on dead people… the living need it more.

    • Oh well. I guess sevanhu vakasiyana syiana tinoona zvakasiyana siyana. If you’re ok with it that’s all that matters I guess.

      Thanks for stopping by! 🙂

        • Certainly. Vakafa havana chavanoziva. If you check my post I think I alluded to that more than once. I am talking about taking care of pavakavigwa. Shuwa kutongosiya pachiita kunge sango like there’s nothing there? Personally I don’t see anything wrong with just making sure finally resting place of your loved one is kept neat. It obviously makes no difference to the dead person because they are dead.

  2. I think it’s actually more worrying that in a world full of poverty, neglect and all sorts of injustices affecting the living we still hold so much value over the departed. We invest way too much money on funerals, graveyards, tombstones, etc. I would rather be cremated. If people care for me, they will honour my memory regardless of whether they can see my grave or not

  3. Quite a bit of negativity going on in these responses. Just because there are starving people out there I’m sure doesn’t stop people spending money on unecessary luxuries where they could have used that money to feed the poor and sick and living. Yet it suddenly seems to be quite an expense to just take time out to go clear your supposed loved one’s grave? Hmmmm interesting.
    I do. Every time I go to Murewa to visit my grandparents, I take a hoe and go sort my mother’s grave out. I make a point to go with my mutsvairo and everything. Nothing wrong with that, she’s dead, not thrown away and forgotten. It doesn’t even cost me an arm and a leg like some of those bags and shoes and booze nights out with the boys y’all think is important. Those graves would serve to remind you they are not. Food for thought. Peace!

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