pharmacies in harare cbd

Pharmacies in harare cbd

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Pharmacies in harare cbd

As I drive across town, I pass the Borrowdale Wetland, where development is in full swing. The new road is getting a fresh coat of tar, and a fence is going up around an area the size of three football fields. In a few years time, the open space will be a housing development and shopping mall. Yes, it’s a wetland. And yes, there’s legislation that says that wetlands cannot be developed. But this particular wetland was given away as part of a construction deal for the airport road. The road still isn’t completed, and the Borrowdale wetland is collateral damage.

So I set off for Trinity Pharmacy. En route, I pass Montagu Shops, which ten years ago had a relatively classy pizzeria where I would often go and read or meet people. On the edge of the Avenues, it catered to the shrinking “young professional” demographic. Now, the shopping centre looks even worse off than Ballantyne Park. There’s an active bottle store, and a busy service station, and that’s about it. An empty lot hosts a half hearted used car dealership. On my right I pass one run-down block of flats after another. These are small complexes that in the past would have held attractive, reasonably-priced garden flats. Or four-storey blocks of flats housing small families. Now they need a coat of paint or three, roof repair, a new wall. Many host signs for small businesses: cell phone shop, appliance repair, business services. In others, washing flaps on the burglar bars outside the windows. Every flat has its own small satellite dish.

That’s odd, I think, and irritating. I got the same medication at Greenwood Pharmacy six months or so ago and didn’t need a prescription for it. But a situation like this is frustratingly typical for Harare, where double standards and shifting goal posts are the norm.

Reaching the Avenues involves skirting Harare’s Central Business District (CBD), which requires both courage and patience. The streets were designed by a colonial government when motor vehicle traffic was light and a public bus system handled the majority of traffic in and out of the city’s high density residential suburbs. Today, the public bus service has collapsed and 16-seater minivans (“Emergency Taxis”) and private cars dominate the roads. The same shortchanging of infrastructure that brought Harare its unfinished airport road means traffic lights are often out of order, and burst water pipes, potholes and rubbish often block the roads. Zimbabwe’s government has recently suggested setting up an urban tolling system to charge motorists for entering the CBD. They claim the intention is to reduce unnecessary traffic into town, in order to decongest the roads and make driving in town easier. But as it stands, no one drives into town unless they have to: The experience itself provides enough discouragement as it is.

Village Pharmacy in Harare’s upper income Borrowdale Shopping Centre is clean and quiet. There’s a faint antiseptic smell. Its shelves are neatly stacked with imported bath foam, sun cream, lotions and vitamins. The queue is short and a smiling attendant in crisp white uniform asks politely what I’m looking for. Zyrtec, an anti-rash medication? You need a prescription for that.