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Gervas Hughes standing tall amongst his maize field on Melrose Farm, outside Que Que in 1964

Gervas Hughes standing tall in his maize field on Melrose Farm, outside Que Que in 1964.

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In 1921, Gervas Hughes, newly arrived in Que Que from England, went to work at East Clare Ranch.  Every day, in a Scotch-cart pulled by four oxen, he collected cows that had died from the drought. His job was to boil them in 44 gallon drums, feed the meat to pigs, dry the bones and grind them in a large coffee type mill, worked by a mule, walking around in a circle. 

In 1976, African terrorists, determined to over-throw the Rhodesian government, started to make their presence felt around Que Que. 

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Gervas Hughes was finally persuaded by the police to construct a massive fourteen strand security fence around the Giraffe Farm house. He was not happy to pay for it. He believed that the Government should pay to protect him.

A monitor near the main bedroom was connected to the fence. If the alarm sounded, the monitor’s red lights would indicate which side to investigate.

White farmers had to impose a curfew from dusk to dawn, locking themselves in and sending their black servants to their homes. Gervas and Dorothy were armed. Dorothy was issued with an Israeli Uzi machine gun by the security forces and told to take it with her when she went to milk her cows. She hated guns. She wrapped it tightly in a plastic bag to keep it clean.

Gervas, because his upper arm muscles were wasted from polio, could only handle a 3.8 automatic pistol. One day, at the farm gate near the Gokwe road, he discovered that someone had tied the latch with wire. He left his gun and money bag on the Ute’s front seat while he battled to open the gate. A thief, hidden in nearby bushes, stole the pistol and the money, a month’s wages for his workmen. The old man was reprimanded by the police for leaving his firearm unattended, a punishable offense.

In order to deter terrs (terrorists) from ambushing him on the road to town, Gervas bought a gun with twelve barrels. The contraption was bolted to his roof-rack and loaded with twelve heavy ball SSG shot-gun cartridges. If he pulled a lever, the gun would flick from vertical to horizontal, firing all twelve barrels at once. The idea was to blast everyone in a half circle in front of the Ute. Nobody tried to ambush Gervas but the Que Que police were upset every time he drove into town without unloading the gun.

In 1980, after a settlement had been reached, Tim visited his father in the new Zimbabwe. It was still considered unsafe out in the bush where terrs might not have received the message to stop fighting. Gervas lent Tim a service revolver.

His father complained that someone had been trying to steal one of his water pump engines and damaged its cover. To protect the pump,  Gervas wanted Tim to set up the twelve barrel gun, removed from his Ute roof-rack at the end of hostilities. He refused. He made the pump cover more tamper-proof.

The following year, Tim returned again, to help negotiate the sale of Melrose Farm, at last. Gervas was reluctant, but Dorothy knew that it was time.

Gervas, aged 82, wrote his last letter to his son on Sunday 24th April 1983. He included newspaper cuttings about the drought and details of local farmers killed in their homes. Two months later he was shot dead and Dorothy was critically wounded.

This completes the Hughes saga begun fifteen months ago.  I would like to thank Tim Hughes for the privilege of free use of his manuscript Matambega and Son  and for excerpts from the late Joan Freyburg’s book, Rain on the Roof, and photographs from the late John Millard’s Never a Dull Moment.  I will be separating the Hughes blogs  so they stand on their own and I hope people will continue to enjoy them in the future.  They began in the Boer War and I have enjoyed a wonderful correspondence with Tim 111 years later. 


  • Dave Rushworth.

    Reply Reply November 20, 2013

    I thoroughly enjoyed reading these true accounts of a typical Rhodesian farming family and their challenges in an area well known to me. Rhodesia was the most progressive and productive example of what could have been for the rest of the ‘dark continent’. Needlessly snuffed out by international politics, this shining example has been greedily sucked back into the morass of a cesspit which will remain the cradle of man. The pride and indelible memories can only be appreciated by those who were there.

  • Chris Duckworth

    Reply Reply November 26, 2013

    Remember when neat was well organized, tidy and clean / And grass was groundcover usually green / And groovy meant furrowed with channels and hollows / And birds were winged creatures like robins and swallows /…
    And it continues for another seven verses…

    Lovely Diana… And thank you for all your care and consideration…

    • Diana

      Reply Reply November 26, 2013

      Chris, yes, life has changed quite a bit, and along with it the language is evolving all the time. Trying to capture and preserve the colonial era.

  • Robert Birch

    Reply Reply April 19, 2014

    I’m fascinated by your blog. I grew up in QueQue, but now live in Massachusetts. Would it be possible for me to contact you via email off of this blog? Please contact me via email above.

    Thank you,

    • Diana

      Reply Reply April 29, 2014

      Robert, I am so pleased you are enjoying the blog and that it rings true to the Rhodesian experience and QQ in particular for you…I will send you an email with my contact numbers

  • anopa silver

    Reply Reply October 26, 2015

    im so touched by these Rhodesia stories ,,i never thought this happened in qUEQUE..i am living in kwekwe right now

    • Diana Polisensky

      Reply Reply October 26, 2015

      I am so glad you are enjoying the small insights into life in Southern Rhodesia 70 years ago. A much broader picture of what it was like can be gleamed from my historical novel Whitewashed Jacarandas which you can get on Amazon, book or kindle. It is also available for the same price with world wide free shipping from The Book This has proved very reliable. Do write a review on amazon when you are finished reading.

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