Like stray animals, they wander through life without a sense of belonging.<\/p>\n
This is the story of undocumented Zimbabweans, whose existence is not recognised even after decades living in the southern African country.<\/p>\n
Outside Boka tobacco sorting house in Hopley, a dozen women and men sit on anything they can find as they impatiently wait for the foreman to give them a day\u2019s work.<\/p>\n
To be considered as casual labour, one needs to have an identity document.<\/p>\n
It is tobacco selling season, and it has come as a relief for job seekers in Hopley farm. Hopley, a poor settlement just outside Harare. It is made up of families of migrants, many of whom remain undocumented, 42 years after independence.<\/p>\n
But Esther Manyinyo, 45, is using her cousin\u2019s ID to find work. Their resemblance often confuses the foreman, so she survives to fight another day.<\/p>\n
Her existence in Zimbabwe is unknown.<\/p>\n
Manyinyo is second generation of stateless Zimbabweans in her family after her father moved to Southern Rhodesia in 1966 to find work.<\/p>\n