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ZIMBABWE: I Risked My Life to Tell Their Stories

Edinah
Posted May 18, 2017 from Zimbabwe

In a country that actively silences journalists, Edinah Masanga set out on a dangerous mission to reveal the real face of child marriage.

“I was prepared to die seeing to it that we collected their stories.

I began my career as a journalist at the height of repressive laws against press freedoms in Zimbabwe. My time in the newsroom showed me that in this profession you must balance doing your job with staying out of prison and even staying alive.

I remember a particularly harrowing experience that happened in 2013 when I was working as a freelance journalist in Zimbabwe. I was on a mission to gather visual evidence of girls who have ended up in the belly of a beast called child marriage. To do this, I collaborated with an international human rights organization, and they agreed to send a delegation from America* to film a documentary on issues of child marriage and rape amongst orphaned children.

There were issues right from the start. Getting Gavin* and his crew of filmmakers into my country was a calculated move. Their entry could not raise any suspicion or indicate any connection to me. I was already a vocal critic of the government, and as a journalist I was already on the radar of the Central Intelligence Organisation. And so, the delegation purposefully did not fly into Harare, the capital city. Instead, they landed in a smaller airport. There, they were picked up by a safari tour company, and I met them on the highway in the thickness of the Zimbabwean forest.

We were headed to a small rural village in the southeastern part of the country.

Naturally, as with any repressive regime, we had to seek permission to use cameras in public places, as well as to go into the villages. I met with three local government men to seek their permission.

They spoke arrogantly and inquired why 'white people' from America wanted to take pictures of the villages. It was a precarious period, just before an election, and I could not reveal that we wanted to film Zimbabwe’s child marriage scourge. Public officials are fully aware of the problem, but donothing to bring perpetrators to justice.

When I entered the office to approach the officers about permission to film, they probed and probed into our reasons for visiting villages instead of viewing local tourist attractions.

I had to think fast.

“Erm, may I speak with you in private, sir?” I said to one of the agents who asked most of the questions and thus seemed to be the one in charge.

“Yes, sure,” he agreed.

We went outside, leaving my team of filmmakers inside. I told the officer, “I was a little shy to say this…but one of them, the tall one, is my boyfriend. He really just wants to see how people live in these parts of the world.”

I spoke with a wry look on my face, feigning shyness, like the shy African girlfriend of an American man.

The officer giggled and his brow softened. He changed his tone, “Oh, oh I see, you should have said that.”

His giggle was very telling; he had been taken by surprise, but at the same time he was charmed.

“How come you searched so far? Couldn't you find someone here at home?” he asked, seemingly genuinely curious. The conversation was moving in the right direction—distracting the official from our fact-finding mission about child marriages.

I told the man I was after a better life in the developed world, and he seemed to understand that. In the meantime, I texted Gavin:I'm now your girlfriendif asked.

Gavin turned around to look at me through the dusty windows of the office we were in,and I winked slightly at him so hewould realize what I had done. When I got back into the room he moved closer to me andsaid, “Maybe we should do some shopping first, honey.”

“Yes,” I said, all the while experiencing tremors of fear inside me. If we got caught out, we would all be arrested. Gavin and his crew would most likely be deported. But me? There was no telling if I would everbe seen again. The thought of never seeing my family again was unbearable. But I knew the work had to be done. There is a culture of silence regarding abuse in Zimbabwe. I wanted girls voices to be heard beyond the villages. Further than the system that shuts them up. And I was prepared to die seeing to it that we collected their stories.

The authorities were satisfied that we were not bent on finding ill in the villages, so we got the permission to proceed with our journey.

While filming, we had to be very careful. We constantly erased the memory drives of the cameras after uploading the material onto encrypted pocket hard drives. Wehid those in holes, beneath the earth. We would leave ordinary looking signs to guide us to the locations on our way back.

When we were done filming, we bought lots of tomatoes and vegetables in the village and hid our drives in the produce so that if we were stopped and searched, something that happens frequently when you are moving with a foreign delegation, they would not find anything 'incriminating' on us.

I drove on the way back. Sometimes the police can be lenient when it’s a woman at the wheel. Often, they will just wave you to pass without stopping at the police roadblocks.

We ate at fast food restaurants, and I gave cues to my delegation to stop and look amazed at the sights around us. We needed to solidify the charmed boyfriend routine that we were playing out.

We survived three days of cat and mouse with the authorities. I was the shy girlfriend and Gavin was the doting boyfriend. When he was “kissing my cheek”, he was really whispering information in my ears. They never figured it out, despite the fact that we were in many situations where they scrutinized us.

At the end of our time together, I stood outside the airport and watched the plane take off carrying Gavin and his crew. Their camera’s memory cards carried the story of the plight of girls in Zimbabwe. The film was a success, and many projects were implemented to support the girls who participated.

In the end, I planned and executed this journey with courage and resolve to tell the stories of girls. And I made the choice to go to great lengths to survive while doing it. I felt I needed to get the stories out into the world because sometimes we sit in our offices and write statistics, turning survivors of rape into numbers and graphs, removing the face from the story. As a journalist, I know how powerful information can be. The people who make policies that affect the developing world need to hear these voices. I can try to describe the pain of going through such a harrowing experience but I cannot put a soul into it. Only a survivor can. So, I had no choice but to go on this dangerous mission. And I lived to keep the fight alive.

I am not here to tell you how to hide from dictators, but I can tell you that during those three days, hiding my mission in plain sight helped me to achieve it. It can be done. As journalists and storytellers, we need to find ways to circumvent censorship so that we can continue to tell the stories that need to be told.

*Details have been changed to protect identities.


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Sophie Ngassa
May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017

Dear Edinah, Congrats for your bravery. Your story is heart touching. Always think fast and keep on impacting your community.

Edinah
May 21, 2017
May 21, 2017

Thanl you so much my dearest Sophie, you are such a big inspiration me yourself.

Edinah

khayimoti
May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017

what an inspirative story. you just gave me what i needed to go ahead and pursue my project-COURAGE

Edinah
May 21, 2017
May 21, 2017

Thank you, you have no idea how much energy it gives to know that I have at least inspired one sister to keep the fight alive for women.

Edinah

WorldCare
May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017

Dear Edinah, I am so impressed with your filming project! You have done a wonderful job of this! I hope that the film is something I can view on my tv here in the U.S. You are right, you need to get this message out. Any story of repression is important and must be exposed. The more people aware of these ugly situations, the sooner the customs can change. You are right: child marriages are totally unfair to the child. This ends her life as it could be, developed and educated, so that she might contribute to society, plus have a happy family life. I admire you bravery in this project! Keep up the good work!

Sincerely,

WorldCare

Edinah
May 21, 2017
May 21, 2017

I hope that the film can be viewed publicly too but at moment it's viewed by relevant stakeholders only at the discretion of my partner organisation. Your words inspire me and give me courage to keep going, thank you.

Edinah

Immaculate Amoit
May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017

Dear Edinah, 

I do admire your courage and wit just to get the story out to forge solutions,

There is always hope someday we will eliminate child marriage

Keep up the good sis. Keep inspiring

Cheers

Edinah
May 21, 2017
May 21, 2017

My dear Ammoit, you are part of the sisterhood that stands behind me, giving me strength to go on. Thank you.

Wendy Stebbins
May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017

You are beyond amazing. I am almost speechless at the moment at your courage, tenacity and determination to be your highest self and  to make a difference. What an inspiration and excellent role model for all of us at World Pulse and wherever you are. Ubuntu.i have an NGO in Zambia and have met Mugabe's. Sort of an out of body experience. You writing is great too.

Edinah
May 21, 2017
May 21, 2017

Thank you, Wendy, for your sisterly words filled with love. They are part of the positivity that keeps me going.

Edinah.

Ritkatmwa Gwan Gwan
May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017

Dear Edinah, I commend your bravery and insistence on giving the girls a voice, as a journalist I am proud of you and the work you do. Your work is an inspiration and I now know that some challenges I have to face in my country (nothing compared ​to yours) I can overcome with a little more resilience.

Rit

Edinah
May 21, 2017
May 21, 2017

Ritz, thank you so much my dear sister. In the end, always take care to stay safe, we need you. And I'm sending many hearts to you!

Edinah

May 21, 2017
May 21, 2017
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WorldCare
May 21, 2017
May 21, 2017

Hi Edinah, I wish you the best with this film. You have already reached many, and that is very important. We all feel we could do MORE! But whatever you do, whoever sees it, this is a huge step forward. Keep up the good work, and I hope others can also view the film.

Sincerely,

WorldCare

OTIKA HENRIETTA
May 23, 2017
May 23, 2017

that was so brave of you....... we need women like you in developing countries all over the world.

Edinah
May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017

Thank you Adaora. Love and light.

Edinah

fabulosity4all
May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017

dear edniah, Shirley Brown sent me a link to your story. wish I could do something to help besides sending you love and light. Heike

Phototrybe
Jun 17, 2018
Jun 17, 2018

Thank you for this story, I feel a deep connection to it. Your story has given me a boost and helping to shape my project .