MUTEMWA LEPROSY SETTLEMENT
Mutemwa Leprosy Settlement is situated in the North East of Zimbabwe near to the town of Mutoko, some fifty miles from the border of Mozambique.
Mutemwa gets its name from the big 1000 ft rock feature close by.
The shona
word 'Mutemwa' means 'you are cut off'.
Mount Mutemwa
Mutemwa, in its present situation, started as a leprosarium in
about 1937.
A few of the patients now resident in Mutemwa were there at the
time. It
grew into a huge leprosarium in the forties and fifties with
nearly 1000
patients. Then with the advent of the drug Dapsone,
which can cure the
leprosy bacteria, it was decided in 1962 to close Mutemwa and to
treat all
patients at home. However about 200 patients had no suitable or
local homes.
Many were from other countries, Malawi, Zambia, Mozambique and
Tanzania.
They were part of the migrant labour force who came to Rhodesia
to seek work
on The White farms. Thus Mutemwa had to stay open to care for
these patients
and others who had no suitable homes to return to. People were
still unaware
that leprosy could be cured and so some were not welcome at home.
One patient
said that in her young days leprosy patients were left far away
out in the
bush to die. Even now in primitive rural areas there is still a
fear of leprosy.
Those who were left behind at Mutemwa in 1962 were not looked
after. The
doctors and nurses had all gone and the Clinic was shut. They
were given
scant care by the social welfare of the day. This was noticed by
the wife
of the local Magistrate who went in search of help. She
approached the
Jesuit Mission Superior and a few friends. A small Committee was
formed
in 1968 called "The Friends of Mutemwa". In the
meantime John Bradburne,
who described himself as a strange vagabond of God' found Mutemwa
and at
once settled there to help in what way he could. John was a
layman, member
of the Third Order of St Francis.
John Bradburne and a leper
The first thing was to give a neglected and rejected people love
in the
manner of a Mother Teresa of Calcutta. Next, to ensure that they
got some
food and water and dapsone, the wonder drug. John Bradburne did
all that
and even attempted to bandage their wounds. In spite of dapsone
most
patients suffer from suppurating ulcers which have to be cleaned
and
dressed two or three times a week.
The patients by now (1969) had dwindled to eighty and most were
very
deformed with loss of limbs, noses, and even blindness. Thus they
needed
considerable care. John got some help from the local Mutoko
hospital and
in particular from an Italian Mission doctor, Dr Luisa Guidotti,
from the
nearby All Souls Mission.
One evil which infested Mutemwa during John's days was thieves.
It is very
easy to steal food and blankets from blind or lame patients. John
was
always battling with those thieves. Eventually in the liberation
war they
plotted to kill John to get him out of the way. The patients
tried to get
John to leave Mutemwa but he refused. Thus he was killed on 5
September 1979,
ten years after discovering Mutemwa.
There were extraordinary happenings after his death which
attracted the eye
of the Mass Media. Mutemwa slowly became known and help began to
come in.
A new Committee was formed under the Zimbabwe Leprosy
Association.
In 1980, just after John Bradburne's death, Brother Lawrence
Makonora S.J.
volunteered to take care of the Settlement. He was assisted by Sr
Caterina
Savini who had worked at All Souls Mission with Dr Luisa
Guidotti. She
soon built a Clinic with help from Italy. After a big fund
raising drive
the leprosy patients moved from their rat-ridden dismal huts to
new housing
in 1986.
a leper outside the new housing
complex
At present there are forty leprosy patients at Mutemwa, all
burnt-out due
to the new drugs, but the majority contracted the disease
pre-depsone days
and so are very deformed. New cases do appear from time to time
especially
from war-torn Mozambique but the policy is to treat as many as
possible at
home. The Government gives a monthly per capita grant and medical
care,
but the patients have to be clothed and provided with
supplementary rations
and medical needs. All capital development has to be provided via
donations.
There is also a need for extra qualified staff and staff housing.
Mutemwa
cares for about twenty destitute handicapped as well. A Mother of
Peace
Community is developing an AIDS project on adjoining land.
The Warden of Mutemwa is a retired African Deacon - the Rev Cyril
Kawisi
and the Matron is an African SRN Nursing Sister. They refer their
problems
to the Committee of the Zimbabwe Leprosy Association, an
off-shoot of the
original "Friends of Mutemwa".
The Rev Cyril Kawisi
After John Bradburne's death in 1979 his friends slowly formed
themselves
into a society which could continue help to Mutemwa and honour
his memory
in some way. Thus in 1987 the John Bradburne Memorial Society
(JBMS) was
finally registered as a Welfare Organization to raise funds for
Mutemwa and
to own the land upon which John's hut stands. The JBMS also look
after
Pilgrims who come to Mutemwa. The JBMS has become one of the main
donors
to Mutemwa, receiving funds from those who knew John Bradburne or
who have
a devotion to him. Other benefactors include the late Sally
Mugabe, the
President's wife, known as the 'Amai' or mother of Mutemwa. She
attracted
many donors and is greatly missed. Another source of help came
from a
feature article about John Bradburne and Mutemwa published in the
Sunday
Telegraph on 23 April 1989. Another article was published on 28
August 1994
in the Review section of the Sunday Telegraph - written by
Charles Moore the
editor, who made a personal visit to Mutemwa and undertook
interviews with
people who knew John.
Many pilgrims now come to Mutemwa to visit the patients, John
Bradburne's
hut, and the memorial cross on Chigona rock. There have been
claims of
answered prayer and cures. Supernatural phenomena have been
picked up by
camera, video and TV.
Perhaps the most striking thing about Mutemwa is the patients
themselves.
They are so patient and cheerful in their sufferings.
John Bradburne himself wrote of them:
"Mime it I might and hobble lame across some stage
Rigged up to tell some philanthropic audience
What is true honour and true courage in our age,
Heaven forbid that I shall ever get the chance!
Dance me down, Fortune - saw I not this very morn
Aristrocratic spirits in their smitten frames
Go nobly on with living."